Hey, starchild, are you listening?
"Oh. I suppose that makes sense." Seren was a little disappointed to hear she did not look like her father. Though, if that meant she took after Safrin it was a very nice compliment. "Nice to meet you." And it was. The woman had such an easy air about her that Seren quickly started to relax.
Watching with keen curiosity how her wound was tended, she tried to steel herself against the discomfort to come. "I hope he will learn quickly. I don't mind scars, but I would rather not invonvenience you too much." She tried not to stare too pointedly at the woman's very pregnant belly. Really, shouldn't she be the one going about fetching things so that this lady could sit down? Seren felt bad about it.
"What is it like, to work with the Order? Mother told me I could as well, if I wanted to... but I haven't decided yet." A sound of tearing cloth from the corner suggested that Umbra found great enjoyment in the doctor's laundry pile. There was some ferocious snarling going on, and lots of kicking, and Seren was given the distinct image of imaginary foes being rent and conquered.
Delightful, and a good distraction when the prodding of her arm began. Maybe the numbing agent wasn't stinging, but that didn't keep it from hurting when the torn skin was touched. Gritting her teeth, Seren sat as still as the could - which meant that every part of her save the arm wriggled in protest.
Watching with keen curiosity how her wound was tended, she tried to steel herself against the discomfort to come. "I hope he will learn quickly. I don't mind scars, but I would rather not invonvenience you too much." She tried not to stare too pointedly at the woman's very pregnant belly. Really, shouldn't she be the one going about fetching things so that this lady could sit down? Seren felt bad about it.
"What is it like, to work with the Order? Mother told me I could as well, if I wanted to... but I haven't decided yet." A sound of tearing cloth from the corner suggested that Umbra found great enjoyment in the doctor's laundry pile. There was some ferocious snarling going on, and lots of kicking, and Seren was given the distinct image of imaginary foes being rent and conquered.
Delightful, and a good distraction when the prodding of her arm began. Maybe the numbing agent wasn't stinging, but that didn't keep it from hurting when the torn skin was touched. Gritting her teeth, Seren sat as still as the could - which meant that every part of her save the arm wriggled in protest.
Seren
