When all had settled, and we began our journey once more, it was no surprise our warriors thought they should and could be up the next day doing what they usually do. Now, you know I have to wonder if they are so wise in other things why are they so damn stupid when it comes to this. They fight you tooth and nail when it comes to making them rest to heal. The healers at this time of things are already frustrated with them and want to knock them all out and who can blame them, because they think they know better. Men sometimes are a few stone shy of a full load.
And I think Ba'atar is probably the more stubborn of them all, next to a few other ones that will remain nameless the kailla asses. I spoke with Cana and Kaeli on how they were doing, what concerned me was how they described Ba 'atars breathing especially at night and how his hand in his sleep goes to his chest, but there was no whistling and no gurgling of blood to which was a great relief to all, I asked her if she minded if I tried to help. I might know much of healing but I never step on clan toes, I respect them to much to do so. If asked I will always offer my aide or suggestions this they all know. Kaeli and Cana both gave me the okay to help.
I prepared for what I was going to do in my mind, it was something I rarely offered to do for anyone, because of the danger to myself and of what it cost me to do it. The skies give the sign as to when such is allowed and it is not known outside of the clan that this occasionally can be done, and it is never done without the clan elders discussing it. Only one other have we done this for in the tribe. I asked Ba'atar when he joined us if he would let me look at the chest wound. He agreed only if I wouldn't do any poking or prodding, this I found funny, I knew then that Kaeli had been looking for bone fragments and that did not feel good to the recipient.
I took him to my wagons and asked him to sit, then I tried to have him relax as best he could and close his eyes, you know men always seem to like to resist some things and have their mind set on what they want to think or say, sometimes they have to relinquish that and just accept certain things. Warriors always have to be so difficult. Eventually he did relax, I examined the thoracic area of his chest both anterior and posterior listening carefully to each breath and how his heart beat, I allowed the skies to guide my hands and thoughts. I knew that he could feel what I was doing and I warned him so that he would not be taken by surprise, I explained to him this is why I rarely let anyone touch me without me knowing before hand, I was one of the empaths of the clan, it was one of my specialties so to speak, it allowed me to take from him the symptoms he had and would allow for a quicker healing, but only if he did as I asked. Of course he argued, I compromised that some things he could do but he was not to be fighting or lifting heavy things he would undo all that I just did. He agreed to the willow bark and antibiotics, for his hand.
After that we returned to the main fires, I was going to retire and I should have because I knew that I would have little control over my thoughts and emotions, I could already feel some of the arrogant aggressive traits coming to surface, but I figured it would pass and Garyx was at the fires I wanted to spend time with him and others, even if I was tired.
Second mistake of the week. I should have listened to that voice that said, Tarra go to your furs and sleep.
But, did I? No.
And I think Ba'atar is probably the more stubborn of them all, next to a few other ones that will remain nameless the kailla asses. I spoke with Cana and Kaeli on how they were doing, what concerned me was how they described Ba 'atars breathing especially at night and how his hand in his sleep goes to his chest, but there was no whistling and no gurgling of blood to which was a great relief to all, I asked her if she minded if I tried to help. I might know much of healing but I never step on clan toes, I respect them to much to do so. If asked I will always offer my aide or suggestions this they all know. Kaeli and Cana both gave me the okay to help.
I prepared for what I was going to do in my mind, it was something I rarely offered to do for anyone, because of the danger to myself and of what it cost me to do it. The skies give the sign as to when such is allowed and it is not known outside of the clan that this occasionally can be done, and it is never done without the clan elders discussing it. Only one other have we done this for in the tribe. I asked Ba'atar when he joined us if he would let me look at the chest wound. He agreed only if I wouldn't do any poking or prodding, this I found funny, I knew then that Kaeli had been looking for bone fragments and that did not feel good to the recipient.
I took him to my wagons and asked him to sit, then I tried to have him relax as best he could and close his eyes, you know men always seem to like to resist some things and have their mind set on what they want to think or say, sometimes they have to relinquish that and just accept certain things. Warriors always have to be so difficult. Eventually he did relax, I examined the thoracic area of his chest both anterior and posterior listening carefully to each breath and how his heart beat, I allowed the skies to guide my hands and thoughts. I knew that he could feel what I was doing and I warned him so that he would not be taken by surprise, I explained to him this is why I rarely let anyone touch me without me knowing before hand, I was one of the empaths of the clan, it was one of my specialties so to speak, it allowed me to take from him the symptoms he had and would allow for a quicker healing, but only if he did as I asked. Of course he argued, I compromised that some things he could do but he was not to be fighting or lifting heavy things he would undo all that I just did. He agreed to the willow bark and antibiotics, for his hand.
After that we returned to the main fires, I was going to retire and I should have because I knew that I would have little control over my thoughts and emotions, I could already feel some of the arrogant aggressive traits coming to surface, but I figured it would pass and Garyx was at the fires I wanted to spend time with him and others, even if I was tired.
Second mistake of the week. I should have listened to that voice that said, Tarra go to your furs and sleep.
But, did I? No.
