10-08-2018, 06:35 PM
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[ participating but not interested ;p ]
Exorist? Healing? No. Not for her. Not really. 'Anything useful.' Keona could not argue with the usefulness of medical knowledge. Not to her uncle, or anyone. So quietly, the tiny fae approached, tail flicking. Softly, the kitten spoke, "give them... Yarrow." That... Sounded right to her. "To make'm throw up." Like yew, she supposed. "Then water... Or peppermint," she inclined her head in the direction of Cosette's voice, "As tea, to calm them down and take care of any... Nausea." The word tasted funny in her mouth. A new term, but she knew what it meant at least. Like a stomach ache; the feeling of needing to throw up. Something like that.
That done and said, the child followed the Pittian's example and went to work, finding herself at dummy c. Shock. Panic. Makes sense after nearly drowning. The thought occurred to Keona she did not even know how to swim herself, a hardly important thought at this moment. She knew what they needed though. Thyme for calm. Maybe a blanket to keep them dry and sooth them. A blanket usually works well on most. Soft and comfortable.
Without eyes to rely on, the child used her nose to sniff out the calming herb, hoping her memory served her faithfully. After a few misadventures back home, Keona herself had received thyme once or twice. In extremely small doses and as such, she found herself uncertain, when she did recognize the herb's scent, how much the dummy would need. Oh bother. Another reason to hate being so small and young. Never recieved the normal dosage of anything; how was she supposed to know how much an adult or a larger creature would need in general?
Keona had to take a guess.
Of course, a dummy could not actually eat and Keona felt this endeavor a little over-bearing as she gave her 'patient' some of her chosen herb. An amount more than she could certainly handle, but someone larger no doubt definitely could, though she remained wary. Whatever. With a flicking ear, she carried a blanket over too and with some difficulty, draped it over the dummy's shoulders. That done, the fae found herself sitting at the dummy's side, not entirely sure what to do now.
Ideally, her steps were correct, but the kitten would not be heartbroken over any errors. Being a medic had never interested her, nor here or back home. To her, this endeavor meant some gained knowledge and practice. A chance to prove she might know a thing or two and could be useful. Nothing more.
Exorist? Healing? No. Not for her. Not really. 'Anything useful.' Keona could not argue with the usefulness of medical knowledge. Not to her uncle, or anyone. So quietly, the tiny fae approached, tail flicking. Softly, the kitten spoke, "give them... Yarrow." That... Sounded right to her. "To make'm throw up." Like yew, she supposed. "Then water... Or peppermint," she inclined her head in the direction of Cosette's voice, "As tea, to calm them down and take care of any... Nausea." The word tasted funny in her mouth. A new term, but she knew what it meant at least. Like a stomach ache; the feeling of needing to throw up. Something like that.
That done and said, the child followed the Pittian's example and went to work, finding herself at dummy c. Shock. Panic. Makes sense after nearly drowning. The thought occurred to Keona she did not even know how to swim herself, a hardly important thought at this moment. She knew what they needed though. Thyme for calm. Maybe a blanket to keep them dry and sooth them. A blanket usually works well on most. Soft and comfortable.
Without eyes to rely on, the child used her nose to sniff out the calming herb, hoping her memory served her faithfully. After a few misadventures back home, Keona herself had received thyme once or twice. In extremely small doses and as such, she found herself uncertain, when she did recognize the herb's scent, how much the dummy would need. Oh bother. Another reason to hate being so small and young. Never recieved the normal dosage of anything; how was she supposed to know how much an adult or a larger creature would need in general?
Keona had to take a guess.
Of course, a dummy could not actually eat and Keona felt this endeavor a little over-bearing as she gave her 'patient' some of her chosen herb. An amount more than she could certainly handle, but someone larger no doubt definitely could, though she remained wary. Whatever. With a flicking ear, she carried a blanket over too and with some difficulty, draped it over the dummy's shoulders. That done, the fae found herself sitting at the dummy's side, not entirely sure what to do now.
Ideally, her steps were correct, but the kitten would not be heartbroken over any errors. Being a medic had never interested her, nor here or back home. To her, this endeavor meant some gained knowledge and practice. A chance to prove she might know a thing or two and could be useful. Nothing more.
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