Finding A Friend
07-31-2013, 09:30 PM
"Are you well?" For a moment his words confused her but not a second longer as she realized A) he meant about her sneezing and B) he was serious. She nodded quietly, her eyes watching him carefully. Doe-eyed, like her mother just with more fire. She let it pass, giggling at him a bit. But he remained dead serious, eyes pinned on her with worry. She felt herself slowly shriveling up under that intense gaze. Nerves wrecking her. "What the heck is wrong with me?" Azalea was becoming quickly frustrated, fed up with the way she felt. Maybe she wasn't well? Maybe she was coming down with something? She rolled back over and pushed to her feet. One fluid movement. She kept her eyes averted, stepping away from Sarak to seat herself. "I don't know what's come over me. Perhaps I am ill." She concluded, eyes finally meeting Sarak's. "I should go see Erani... or perhaps another healer. Well, whoever I can find first with the lands floating." She glanced around tentatively. "Think I should see a healer?" The Heir really did look uncertain. Was it right to call upon a healer in this time of need just because she thought she might be getting ill? Speech, |
