delphine
The work was calming, familiar. For an hour or two, she spent time chopping, grinding, separating, creating herb pouches, medicines, labeling... until she was interrupted by the boy.
Because that's all Korbin was. A boy, who had lost everything.
She moved forward with another cloth, soaked and rung out, and settled next to him. "It's okay, Korbin." She hummed softly, "I'm going to wipe your face down with a rag, okay? No healing." She patted his forehead with the rag, humming a lullaby that the children had once enjoyed under her breath.
Delphine's touch was gentle, as she reached to gently wrap her arms around the boy. She didn't announce it, and knew from experience with him how that might go, but she would take the risk. She'd hug him, and if that went well, she would rock with him, still humming.
Because that's all Korbin was. A boy, who had lost everything.
She moved forward with another cloth, soaked and rung out, and settled next to him. "It's okay, Korbin." She hummed softly, "I'm going to wipe your face down with a rag, okay? No healing." She patted his forehead with the rag, humming a lullaby that the children had once enjoyed under her breath.
Delphine's touch was gentle, as she reached to gently wrap her arms around the boy. She didn't announce it, and knew from experience with him how that might go, but she would take the risk. She'd hug him, and if that went well, she would rock with him, still humming.
