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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 15, 2016 0:17:20 GMT
"Violet," she said wearily, disinclined to press the point.
She did not really want to undress in front of Saesha, though the wound to her stomach clearly needed to be tended. Fortunately for Violet, she was still wearing her travelling attire of tunic and breeches, which meant all she needed to do was pull down the breeches and lift up the tunic enough to expose the wound. She was as careful as she could be, trying not to knock her broken finger, but winced with every movement of her injured hand.
"The cut does not hurt as much as my finger," she said, "Even though it bled."
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 15, 2016 0:23:35 GMT
Percival was slowly gathering his supplies, "Violet... what is violet?" He glanced quickly at Saesha, "I have no had a chance to examine you since you have become pregnant my Lady. I would like to at your earliest convenience." He turned and saw Violet holding up her shirt. He jerked to a stop and asked incredulously, "Did you injure your ears as well? I need to properly examine you, and your shirt and hand will be in my way. Strip now." He shook his head at her and raised his hands to rub his temples as if developing a headache.
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Post by Barley on Nov 15, 2016 0:30:04 GMT
"Your dilligence to your duty does you great credit, Maester," Saesha said, touching her chest as if he had said something deeply moving, "I will be sure to pay you a visit soon, Maester."
"I will see to those clothes. I will leave Ser Simon here, should not need any help getting back to your room if I have not returned with your clothes." Whether she was just going about getting things done, or if she felt sorry for her, it was impossible to tell, but no one would hold out much hope for the latter, most likely.
With that she left, with a word to Ser Simon to not let the traumatised girl out of his sight until she returned, in case shock lead her to do strange things.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 15, 2016 0:33:42 GMT
Violet had never encountered such behaviour in a maester but she was too tired to prolong an argument. She obeyed, despite her obvious discomfort and sat shivering in her smallclothes.
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 15, 2016 0:45:00 GMT
Percy flashed a smile at Saesha as she left, but it disappeared the moment she walked from the room. He turned back to Violet and walked over and fell to his knee to examine the wound to her stomach. His ice cold hands began to pinch and probe the wound. He said nothing as he worked.
(Medical 76)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 15, 2016 0:48:11 GMT
Violet flinched at Percival's touch and whimpered when he hurt her but made no verbal complaint. She just wanted it to be over with.
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 15, 2016 0:55:37 GMT
(Barely passed. No skill increase. Sooooon Percival, Soooooooon)
Percival ably stitches up the slash across her stomach, which was entirely superficial, but at least wouldn't scar now. It wasn't his best work, but it was passable.
The finger was another story, ligaments torn and bone fractured, the pinky finger at an extreme right angle. He managed to set it and place a splint, but it would likely be crooked for the rest of her life.
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 15, 2016 1:01:45 GMT
Percival still had his mind on Saesha and her health as he worked on Daisy. He knew he was not doing his best work, but she would be fine. Too bad about that finger though. "There... you can get dressed now. I am surprised at you... I am used to lecturing all these fool men who drag their asses through my door banged and bleeding. You need not act like them. You are a proper lady." He started putting away his supplies with a fervor, his mind still on Saesha and her baby.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 15, 2016 1:03:56 GMT
"Thank you," Violet said quietly. She reached for her clothes and pulled them on again, with a little difficulty due to her injured finger.
"May I have milk of the poppy, to help me sleep tonight? I'm worried I will have bad dreams."
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 15, 2016 1:06:50 GMT
Percival turned to look at her and shook his head. "Your wounds are too minor to warrant such a potent drug." He grabbed his milk of a the poppy, and held it up to show her. "I only have a limited amount, and I must save it for the real wounds." He looked to the door, and then back to Violet, and then back to the door, and then again back to Violet.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 15, 2016 9:03:20 GMT
Violet nodded. "Well, I thought I would ask. Thank you for your assistance."
She yawned and stood. "Good day, maester." Remembering her courtesies, she added "I shall not forget your kindness." Not that he had actually been kind to her, but she felt it was the proper thing to say.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 24, 2016 1:53:03 GMT
22nd Day of the 3rd Moon
Returning jast before dawn, Belric makes an immediate trip to the Maester's quarters. He bardges in, indiscriminately, much in need of Percival's magic touch.
"Maester," he called. "Come see your Lord in pain. I know all too well how long you've awaited this moment. I'd spare you no sleep, otherwise you may miss the occasion."
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 24, 2016 2:12:12 GMT
Percival woke up slowly. He always slept naked, so his lord got an eyeful when the Maester threw off his sheets and sat up on his bed. He sat there rubbing his eyes blearily. "Who are you?" His eyes squinting in the dark. His voice was raspy, and he sounded exhausted. He looked around the room like he did not know his name, his location or his purpose in this life.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 24, 2016 3:33:12 GMT
"Seven be damned. You best not be drunk Percival!" Belric assumed his booming voice would be enough for the Maester to identify him. He was not sure if he had th strenght to beat the man if it came to it. "It's your dearest friend come to visit, Belric the broken." He clutched at his side again, releasing a groan as he did.
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Post by Maester Percival on Nov 24, 2016 5:27:35 GMT
Percival slowly stood up and looked over at Belric. "Your broken?" Percival suddenly smiled, and tried to clear his head and study the lord. He stepped closer looking him up and down to see his injury.
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