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[Ent]

40th Ymiden, Arc 717

The medicine house was busy, people moved around with great purpose as they treated wounds and illness of their patients. Apparently it was a bad day to be unwell, there were not enough doctors to help everyone and so waiting was forced. People were judged upon arrival as to who needed the most immediate attention, then asked to wait at opposite sides of the door. When Enrick arrived it was clear where he would be sent, both eyes bandaged and blocking his vision. Still he would be able to hear the voices speaking the language of the Sev'ryn, his hearing better having been without vision for twenty trials he would be able to hear a lot.

His ears would pick up the sound of every footstep of those around him the many intermingled conversations and even the mortar and pestle being worked a few feet ahead of him. The man was beginning to see what it must be like to be blind, and the truth was it was quite overwhelming in such a busy place. It would be quite uncomfortable fro someone freshly without vision.

Enrick's injury was one that could not really be ignored, not if they wished to truly help the man. So as he entered he was greeted by a woman, her voice was soft and comforting, with an air of power to it. Still there was something beautiful about the way it sounded, something full of life. "Come now, your eyes must be treated." The hold of her hand on his was firm and assertive as she guided him to an old wooden stool. It was really a piece of fallen log but it was functional as a seat.

Here she came close to him and began to slowly unwrap the bandages from his head. At first the light would be strong and uncomfortable for Enrick but it would subside. It was a nasty wound that was revealed, a gash across both his eyes, but it could be dealt with. "What happened here?" She spoke common perfectly, if she was Sev'ryn she must have studied it extensively. From what the injured man would be able to see through his one working eye she was stunning, her body was in perfect condition. She was a prime example of a perfect human. Still she smiled gently as she placed a finger next to his left eye.

It had turned milky and clouded, there was no doubt it was beyond repair through conventional methods the other had managed to hold up well. Still the gashes were nasty, not well treated and in need of a lot of care. "You should have got help sooner, you are lucky these aren't infected." She collected a small bowl and some form of cloth that she soaked for a moment and looked at him with knowing eyes.

[Ricky]

They'd arrived late last night within the city of the Sev'ryn, and ever since then all of Enrick's senses have been overwhelmed. Sounds of people, life, nature, even the wind in the trees were a huge difference! The smell of the environment seemed more humid and tropical than Enrick imagined it, and when it came to seeing everything it was all just a constant blackness. Left to his imagination on what the world around him was like, which he no doubt envied since he had came here to see and learn more of his heritage. Nonetheless the people were welcoming of him, and after twenty arduous trials; he finally had the means of getting help for his eyes.

Twenty insanely difficult trials of doing without sight. That was twenty trials aboard his own ship having to rely on others, instructing them how to navigate as well as work the ship where he could not. The Windrunner could still probably do with a few minor touch-ups, even though Ellen'wyn had already been a godsend for the sails. To-trial he was escorted to the place that'd help see about tending to his injuries, and hopefully saving whatever was left of his vision of possible. He knew he could open the right eye a bit and see much of the blindfold clinging over it, but overall the bandages needed to remain to keep the gash clean. His left eye however? It was more than likely permanently damaged, even now it felt swollen as with the rest of his wound.

Herbs and ointment could've only went so far anyways, and with much irritation felt from the bandage here recently; he sometimes wondered about gouging just the one eye out completely. Though far barbaric and unlikely it was a solution that'd end his torment for the while, although being a one-eyed fisherman wasn't something he counted on becoming. Thus he sat waiting for whoever the medic was, hoping that he or she wouldn't be too stern over his condition. What could he do? He was out in the middle of the sea with naught but a couple essentials, hardly anything useful to deal with a traumatic eye injury such as this. Sure enough with all the vibrant footsteps heard thumping away on the floor, a pair of them was heard walking in a direction his way.

He remained indifferent and unchanged when they drew closer, his bearded mug set in a constant frown as he waited patiently. Gods he needed to shave sometime, maybe later when he wasn't helpless it'd be something he could actually achieve alone. The smell of fruit and forestry overwhelmed his senses quite a bit, and when the woman greeted him he rose to follow her to the determined spot she required of him. Naturally he took it slow and steady as he needed a bit of guidance, having found himself lost in a completely new and foreign place. When he reached the stool and took a seat, he simply sat there with head slightly tilted sideways to listen all around. Sure enough he wouldn't have to rely on that alone much longer, although the allowance to see required much heavy adjustment.

The moment his right eye was able to glimpse into the world was the moment his lips loosened some, although a grimace made it prevalent that the light of the world proved an overload to see again. His other eye? Definitely gone now in terms of vision. He thought he could feel 'something' there since his right eye seemed working, but in terms of actual sight there was little chance he'd regain it again. "Oi was out at sea when... a storm hit. Got hurt pretty bad when te mast rig snapped an' got me." He answered plainly as he recollected the last memory associated with his vision, a momentary spasm shook his body at the reminder of the traumatic experience. Right when the winds battered his sails and he needed to furl them, the gusts created such a hard strain that the rope snapped.

The result being the nasty gash from when that snapped; led up to that heavy rope whipping him across the face, mainly the left eye as well as the right eyebrow. Though his vision still looked outlandishly blurry he could see some distinctive shapes, this woman who sounded strong and knowledgeable certainly seemed quite the specimen. Her blurred shape and form seemed quite refined as she spoke in Common to him, a feat done so well Enrick didn't even know if she were full Sev'ryn because of it. The people he'd briefly encountered here didn't sound as well practiced as she did, and slowly he could seem more details slowly develop the more he kept trying to look.

Though of course the process of seeing again took a bit more time than he anticipated, going without the light of the world for twenty trials definitely took it's toll on the single working muscle. "We were still twenty trials away..." He answered back a little shamefully, aware that his other eye could've been saved... But only if they had someone with medical expertise with them at the time. "Honestly Oi wished Oi could'a had help, but we made do wit' what we had." He remarked to the woman with a slight and gentle nudge at the corners of his lips, hopeful that she'd be understanding of the situation now that she knew more about what led up to this moment. While he still found it difficult to fully see her, he stared softly with silver and almond in the one eye.

[Ent]

"I wouldn't have guessed a boat could be so dangerous to his owner." She teased as she reached forward with the cloth toward his eyes. "This is going to hurt, I am sorry." She did not wait for a response as she placed a hand on his chin, holding his head surprisingly strongly and dabbing and gently wiping the wounds with the cloth. The smell was clear now and it was obviously some form of alcohol, strong and not one you would want to drink but alcohol all the same. The woman cleaned each eye and the wound thoroughly making sure to get all of the exposed flesh and surrounding skin.

When she was done she released his chin and sighed, looking into his milky blind eye with dismay. "What do you do sir?" She asked as she started looking into his other eye, brown eyes shinning as she checked the wound over that one. Luckily it had not affected that actual eyeball at all and his vision there should be fine and if not perfect would recover very quickly. It was concerning to her, she was sure anyone using a boat would be at a disadvantage with only one eye. Not impossible she knew but not as easy either. The fact it wasn't truly his fault either made her more sympathetic. No mortal can predict the forces of nature especially something as violent as a storm. "It is good that you came here, there may still be something I can do for you."

She smiled warmly and asked clearly so he understood. "However, I will only do it if you are sure it is what you want, scars have an importance to the human race." The woman returned the bowl to its original place and threw the cloth into a box. "They help to remind you of your mistakes and others too, it is a cautionary tale I suppose." She sat opposite him and offered him a cup of water to wet his mouth. The woman always found it interesting to get her patients views on these things, they often differed so much from her own.

"I should also tell you that it is not conventional, it calls upon a power you don't understand but is perfectly safe." Her eyes searched his to make sure there was clear understanding and then she nodded. "You must also know that I ask only one thing of you in return, be careful on your boat and when you leave I ask that you take a package for me I will give it to you before you leave. What do you say?"

[Ricky]

At her tease Enrick could only smile weakly as he understood the intent in her tone, but nonetheless felt a mix of both regret in with the credible humor. Indeed for one such as him to find it easy for his own ship to injure him, well it simply reminded him of the fact danger loomed even wherever he felt safe. When she warned him of the impending pain to come he winced, surprised by how firm she was at the same time she projected gentle care. He felt the sting of alcohol or whatever substance she used seep into his wound, which caused him to clench a jaw as he breathed in deeply to deal with the pain.

There was no doubt it hurt but somehow it wasn't as bad, not as bad as it used to be when he initially first received the wound. While he did his best to display restraint of course, it became clear how discomfortable he was with the bounce in his knee; as well as the gripping of his hands on them as he barely kept a growl inside. When she released him after cleaning the rest of his gash she had asked him something, he didn't catch it at first but the words took a tick to register really. What did he do? Normally? "Oi'm just a fisherman, off te shores o' Scalvoris." No doubt she would've liked to know what a Scalvorian came all the way here for, especially since he sailed through the entire Orm'del almost alone. Admittedly Qit had been the navigator for the most part, since she knew the way back to Desnind.

And Ellen...

He had yet to see her in person since she became a rescued stowaway, but nonetheless felt that something familiar existed between them. He had never really found out why to be exact, but sooner or later that would come to light after his recovery. "Oi was born a half-bred Biqaj and Sev'ryn, never really knew anythin' bout m' ma's side at all. So wit' a guide Oi sailed t' Desnind t' find out more, 'bout her if not what she passed down t' me." He added composedly as he looked to her with just the one eye, unsure who the doctor was exactly much less what She could really do for him. To hear that maybe something could be done sparked a hint of interest in him, revealed by the glint of silver in his only working eye as he listened closely to Her words. Hearing how She left it up to him to decide, as well as the importance of scars to mortals throughout Idalos, Enrick slightly bit his lower lip in consideration with what She told him.

Initially he would've outright given anything for it to be undone, for that moment spent in prolonged regret over an event beyond his control. What he saw that trial with Qit as they sailed through the storm... He had considered it maybe being his last thing he'd ever see, depending on how luck favored his other eye. With that being the only eye left he'd certainly have to adjust, but now that he listened he felt the wisdom in Her words sink in. The caretaker advised it wouldn't be conventional either, a thought that perplexed him even more as he failed to understand. Was there other ways of treating his eye than operating or whatever medics had to do? The favor to follow sounded easy enough as he certainly felt indebted to Her already, just for the fact She'd nursed his wound and hardly did anything at the moment.

"Alroi, Oi've made my decision ten." He remarked after a few bits of silence between them, the silver in his eye mixed with flecks of cyan as he swallowed before the answer. "Oi'd like t' accept te offer y' have. From tis point on Oi'll always sail wit' caution, and will deliver y' package anywhere y' need."