@redhazed ;
the situation has never looked particularly bright for the woman returned from the clutches of death itself. while her health is poor, the clan's reception of her is poorer. they are distrustful of that which they are not accustomed to. never before has a warrior returned from the fate of a reaper. costia feels for her, which is, perhaps, why she has relieved the healer mostly of his duties in her regard. what she requires now is something more than a healing hand. she needs compassion, an openness - willingness - to understand, to empathize. returning in the early morning, costia skirts past the attendants who guard arun as though she is a prisoner of war and casts a scalding expression over her shoulder. with her, she brings a tonic. it's something of a tea, bitter, but good for anxiety, for quieting a stomach unused to regular meals.
"hir," she offers the small cup to arun. "fleiva laik broukas, ba en's os gon yu." she stands near arun's bedside, wringing out a towel over a bowl of water. "ai laik kostia. ai na fis kom yu op."
