Post by Rosie on Dec 15, 2018 2:06:45 GMT 10
Title: A Healer's Wife
Rating: PG-13
For: devilinthedetails
Prompt: 3.Neal/Yuki or Sarai/Zaimid.
Summary: Sarai is eager to live up to her position as the Chief Healer's wife.
Notes: Happy holidays! I hope that you enjoy this
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"You'll need to secure the splint here and here." With his free hand, Zaimid indicated the places on his forearm, and Sarai's brow furrowed in concentration as she tied the knots. "Careful not to jostle my arm too much."
He hadn't intended her to begin again, but Sarai was determined to perfect it. Finally, she wrapped a cloth around the arm, and tied it around his neck. "There!"
"Wonderful." He moved his arm experimentally, finding the knots held. "You'll need to monitor any swelling, but that should hold until a healer is available."
The smile she directed at him was blinding, and he wondered, not for the first time, how the Copper Isles rebellion could have overlooked her. She would have made an excellent queen, but their loss was Carthak's - his - gain.
Sarai unknotted the sling with deft fingers, and pressed a closed-mouth kiss to his lips. Just when he began to think the afternoon might improve even further, she scrambled off the bed, returning with his box of salves. "Burn, rash, bruise," she recited proudly. "Yellow for scars. White for sunburn. Green for wounds. What?" she asked, catching sight of his face. "Did I get something wrong?"
"I was thinking what an impact you'll have at the shelter tomorrow," he replied, and she returned to his side, burying her face in his neck. He loved how important it was for her to be a healer's wife, how determined she was to be more than an ornament. It was beyond what he'd pictured on that hot, sticky night when she'd asked him to rescue her.
"Test me," Sarai urged, and he grinned at her, quickly unravelling the ties to the splint.
"All right. A reward for every correct response. How would you treat a headache?"
She didn't hesitate before answering, "Camomile tea and a herbal sachet."
"A fever?"
"Water, broth, lots of rest. Light covering."
"A cold?"
"I'd tell the Empress to stop sleeping with wet hair." She smirked whilst he laughed, and then added, "Warm liquids, lots of rest. Honey and lemon water. Ginger."
"How do you stop bleeding?"
"Check the wound, put pressure above it."
Zaimid manoeuvred her so she lay beneath him, her dark hair fanning out over their sheets, her eyes wide and bright. "Full marks, my lady. Now for your reward."
"Four rewards," she corrected between kisses. "Four correct answers."
"I do beg your pardon," he said solemnly, reaching for her ties. "Four rewards it is."
Rating: PG-13
For: devilinthedetails
Prompt: 3.
Summary: Sarai is eager to live up to her position as the Chief Healer's wife.
Notes: Happy holidays! I hope that you enjoy this
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"You'll need to secure the splint here and here." With his free hand, Zaimid indicated the places on his forearm, and Sarai's brow furrowed in concentration as she tied the knots. "Careful not to jostle my arm too much."
He hadn't intended her to begin again, but Sarai was determined to perfect it. Finally, she wrapped a cloth around the arm, and tied it around his neck. "There!"
"Wonderful." He moved his arm experimentally, finding the knots held. "You'll need to monitor any swelling, but that should hold until a healer is available."
The smile she directed at him was blinding, and he wondered, not for the first time, how the Copper Isles rebellion could have overlooked her. She would have made an excellent queen, but their loss was Carthak's - his - gain.
Sarai unknotted the sling with deft fingers, and pressed a closed-mouth kiss to his lips. Just when he began to think the afternoon might improve even further, she scrambled off the bed, returning with his box of salves. "Burn, rash, bruise," she recited proudly. "Yellow for scars. White for sunburn. Green for wounds. What?" she asked, catching sight of his face. "Did I get something wrong?"
"I was thinking what an impact you'll have at the shelter tomorrow," he replied, and she returned to his side, burying her face in his neck. He loved how important it was for her to be a healer's wife, how determined she was to be more than an ornament. It was beyond what he'd pictured on that hot, sticky night when she'd asked him to rescue her.
"Test me," Sarai urged, and he grinned at her, quickly unravelling the ties to the splint.
"All right. A reward for every correct response. How would you treat a headache?"
She didn't hesitate before answering, "Camomile tea and a herbal sachet."
"A fever?"
"Water, broth, lots of rest. Light covering."
"A cold?"
"I'd tell the Empress to stop sleeping with wet hair." She smirked whilst he laughed, and then added, "Warm liquids, lots of rest. Honey and lemon water. Ginger."
"How do you stop bleeding?"
"Check the wound, put pressure above it."
Zaimid manoeuvred her so she lay beneath him, her dark hair fanning out over their sheets, her eyes wide and bright. "Full marks, my lady. Now for your reward."
"Four rewards," she corrected between kisses. "Four correct answers."
"I do beg your pardon," he said solemnly, reaching for her ties. "Four rewards it is."