| When she breathes out, there is no longer a tell-tale rattle in her chest, no catch to her sigh, and the healer in the corner of the room bustles forward at the first indication of awakening to confirm these things. “Now hold still, dear,” The healer murmurs, holding an ear to the pegasus’ chest with an amplifying device, nodding and making a soft ‘tsk’ noise with her tongue when she’s done before turning towards the king. “She is to be on light duty only for the next two weeks, please, to allow for her to recover.” The healer, a young palomino mare, then turned her attention back to the pale pegasus. “We’ll give you some herbs to make sure the cough doesn’t come back. You must eat them twice a day, with breakfast and with dinner.” Her instructions complete, the mare bustled out of the room to attend to other patients, and the young Halcyon cadet is left with only the King in the room. “Si-- Asterion,” She corrects, a small smile on the corner of her lips, hefting herself up from the bed so she wasn’t so prone before him. Her hair was a bedraggled mess, her feathers pointing every which way, but at least standing didn’t feel quite so…. vulnerable. “I’m… okay,” She answers, carefully, stretching out each wing and sighing in relief at how the tightness in her chest has disappeared, although as she proceeds to stretch out her front legs she takes note of several scabs and a deep soreness in her knees. “What…. What happened?” The last she remembered, she had been talking to the Commander in the courtyard, and then everything had gone black. |
@Asterion
she wasn't looking for a knight,
she was looking for a sword.
she was looking for a sword.
