A small brown bird finds its way to her. A tiny note tied to it's leg. "I can help, but I have to be anonymous." It's signed Irving. She'll probably know who it's from.
Tybresa was surprised by the creature that dared to come so close to her, despite Eihwaz’s presence turning away any other living being that had any sense of self-preservation. Her hands would gingerly wrap themselves around the little bird, cradling it in her palms while her thumb would stroke across its simple creamy plumage.
This little ritual … it made her incredibly happy, and yet infinitely sad as she recalled her own little hummingbirds, the few stragglers that still survived … and how unwilling they were to stay in her presence.
She turned her attention to the note, unwrapping it before reading over the simple sentence and the mystifying signature.
Irving?
It took exactly one moment for her internal cogs and gears to finally make the connection.
“Heh.” She laughed to herself, obviously amused. “Very well …” With a stick of charcoal, she wrote on the back of the note a similarly short and sweet message.
“Doran will be happy to hear that - as am I.” She did not sign it, instead securing it to the little sparrow’s leg and kissing its forehead gingerly before letting it fly back to its owner.
// @enchanternova
Tybresa helps as much as she can, funneling her energy into Noah to speed his recovery, but paid attention to Irving as he stirred at the edge of her vision, offering her wrist for him to coil around and re-connect with her. She closed her eyes and focused, before she would nod her head.
|| Of course. I guess that I take part of the blame for this … || She paused for a moment, opening her eyes to glance at Noah and lightly tap his cheek. “Silly boy.” She said again, with less fondness than she had before.
With a sigh, she added to Irving. “Do you think I could move him to another room? I doubt that having him lay like this will help his recovery …”
Irving tears his gaze from the master’s face to the woman’s. He sits there in thought. A bed, perhaps a better healer-- No. Master wanted secrecy, therefore. Irving concluded, the less people who see him here. The better.
He reaches out with his consciousness once more, a simple nod wouldn’t suffice. || Private, only healers you trust. The master trusts you. I will tolerate those you trust. ||
Irving looks towards Noah once more, resting his head on his chest, he could feel his steady heartbeat, he’ll live that much is sure. A tendril grows from Irving, reaching over and pressing into Noah’s forehead, he plants a quick sigil, something to keep Noah unconscious, to avoid the pain he’d surely be feeling now.
