Halimila adjusted her hold on the injured man on her shoulder, hoping that this time he had learned his lesson. Her normally smiling face was twisted into a look of angered determination as she propelled the Daywher handler towards the oh-so-familiar infirmary. Granted it was usually another male that she was nagging into getting his wounds looked at but the heart-felt emotions behind the actions were similar. ”Oh Papa,” Mila muttered again as she staggered a bit under the man’s weight. A grunt was all the poor green rider received in acknowledgement from her father.
It had taken her almost two hours and a few threats for Halian to admit why he was so beaten. A bet gone awry and the lack of payments against other debts had the once proud hunter bleeding against his daughter’s shoulder. ”Be glad that I had a free day, Papa. Otherwise I would have let you stew for a while longer! Honestly, can’t you behave for a week? Between you, Zelian, K’anu, Siri and Ardi, I swear I don’t have time to breathe any more!” She ranted even though she knew that the Grey handler wasn’t paying attention.
Her nagging mother-hen side seemed to be exacerbated by the feelings rolling off her normally protective Green. ”Don’t you start too!” Mila shouted towards the sunning Green as Arduinnath’s growing need began to bounce between rider and dragon once more. ”One problem at a time! Please, by the First Egg, just let me handle one problem at a time!” Intellectually she knew what was happening between Ardi and herself but at the moment the only thing she was ready to deal with was the problem at hand. Namely her wayward father and his latest beating.
Thankfully the Infirmary was finally in front of her and Halimila gave a hearty sigh of relief as she hastened her steps. ”Come on Papa. We’re almost there and then you can be someone else’s problem for a little while!” That finally got a reaction from her beaten father as he raised his head from her now aching shoulder. ”Already?” He asked with a bit of a slur in his tone that spoke of an injury that Mila couldn’t handle on her own. A snort left the normally feminine rider as she tugged her father over the threshold of the Healer’s domain.
Finding an empty set of chairs in the waiting room, Mila rushed towards their tempting haven as quickly as her father would let her. Now all there was do to was to foist the injured handler onto someone more trained in helping him!