too many sleepless nights
professortora:
drorah-walks:
D’rorah catches Ziyal’s imploring glance from the direction of the kitchenette and turns her attention to Naprem, who is, naturally, pushing herself too hard. No surprise there at all.
She opens her tricorder, just to be certain, and starts a quick scan to make sure nothing is terribly amiss. She makes herself as unobtrusive as possible, trying for all the world not to disrupt their conversation. Of course, there’s a certain amount of disruption that’s inevitable when you start pointing a tricorder at someone.
She folds the tricorder closed and gives Naprem a look. “You are going to wear yourself out, playing at being well,” she says.
@professortora
Naprem sighs, clearly annoyed that she’s being called out, but not in much of a position to protest.
“Please,” she says, and she’s in a bit of a huff because the soft whine of the tricorder is making her headache worse. “Don’t you start. You wanted me to eat. If I’m going eat, I have to cook. You can’t complain about everything I do.”
But her headache makes her bow out again – she winces and shuts her eyes again, leaning into her hand, rubbing her forehead.
“…I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m… It’ll pass. You don’t both need to get so worked up.”
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Ziyal winces in shared agony as she watches her mother crumble under the stress of whatever was hurting her. She looks at D’rorah again... an idea forming. She knew better then to hope her mother would tell her what was happening to her (regardless of how frightened that made her daughter) but D’rorah would tell her. She was sure of it.
“Yes. Yes, mama. You need to eat. Hot food with help you feel better.” She gives her mother a warm smile and nods to D’rorah. “Please, doctor, will you help me get the pot out to the table? My mother should rest.”
Without waiting for an answer, she starts for the kitchen, her question as plain on her face as if she was saying it like a mantra.
‘Tell me what has happened to my mother.’
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