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It had been a week and some days since the riots and Ariadne had finally left her bed for the first time. A servant had been kind enough to help bathe her though the girl found the entire process to be uncomfortable. Partly because her injuries made it difficult to move. She had been shocked herself to see the bruising on the side of her body where her ribs had cracked. She looked to be more purple than pale in many parts of her torso. Even the servant could not keep the look of surprise from her face and a sympathetic murmur from her lips. Of course, the comfort of the bath was a bit ruined when Ari asked for a bucket to vomit in—all of the movement and the different feeling of the water had her feeling more than a little nauseous. She might have been embarrassed at another time, but it was all she could do to focus on staying afloat. The touch of the servant’s hands on her head nearly made Ari want to throw up again, but she closed her eyes and focused on breathing. The girl was good, gently taking great care of her head injury. When Ariadne opened her eyes, she saw flecks of blood in the water—the remnants of her injury finally coming clean.
“Please mistress, will you be all right for a moment while I fetch someone to help you out?” the servant asked. Ari gave her consent, thinking that it was probably a good idea. It was what she would have done. She felt like she could hardly move. Two people to help her out was the right path. This girl would make an excellent handmaiden, she thought absently, alone in her room.
That brought her to the second thing that made her quite uncomfortable. She was used to being that servant. To thinking of everything. To taking care of others. It was immensely difficult to feel all right about letting someone take care of her. Even though the girl was aware that she was as capable of taking care of herself as a kitten at the moment. She was almost entirely helpless. At least, for some reason, everyone here was quite kind.
A few minutes later the servant returned with a kindly looking older servant who tisked at sight of Ariadne’s body. However, she was gentle, helping Ariadne from the tub and wrapping a towel around her. Slowly, the three of them got Ariadne to one of the seats by the window, though the girl very much wanted to go back to bed. She was tired. As if the older servant knew her thoughts, she said, “Come mistress, let us clean your room a bit. Freshen it up. We’ll fetch some clothes for you and you can sit right here by the window. Sunlight will do you some good.”
The young retainer could hear the wisdom in those words, though she still very much wanted to curl up in bed. Or just lay there since her usual method of curling would not be easily achieved with bruised and cracked ribs. So she nodded and laid her head back gently on the chair and closed her eyes. She could still rest sitting up.
Ariadne was so tired that she didn’t even hear them cleaning her room, removing the tub, and bringing fresh sheets. Someone had opened the window so that a fresh breeze could enter, dissipating some of the stale air. Ari hadn’t even realized how bad the room had become until that moment. Finally, before the servants left, they dressed her and left her in the chair with a blanket draped over her body.
“I’ll send some food along, mistress,” the older servant told her. “And you best eat it. Your just skin and bones, girl. If you continue to lose your stomach, you’ll wither away. At least replace it with something.” Ari nodded slightly, her eyes wide. This woman reminded her of the cook who had taken a liking to her at the palati. A firm, but slightly mothering hand was exactly what she needed.
With that, the servants left, leaving Ari to close her eyes again and doze off. Although the sunlight had given her an instant headache before, today it felt just right, warming her in the seat. She wasn’t sure how long had passed when she heard a knock on the door and it opening slightly. The chairs were facing the window and the door was to her back. Ari didn’t quite have it in her to turn around, so she said quietly, “You can bring it over here, please.” She indicated the table between the two chairs, assuming that it was a servant bringing her some food. She would make good on her promise and certainly try to eat it today. The older woman was right. She had to heal.
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It had been a week and some days since the riots and Ariadne had finally left her bed for the first time. A servant had been kind enough to help bathe her though the girl found the entire process to be uncomfortable. Partly because her injuries made it difficult to move. She had been shocked herself to see the bruising on the side of her body where her ribs had cracked. She looked to be more purple than pale in many parts of her torso. Even the servant could not keep the look of surprise from her face and a sympathetic murmur from her lips. Of course, the comfort of the bath was a bit ruined when Ari asked for a bucket to vomit in—all of the movement and the different feeling of the water had her feeling more than a little nauseous. She might have been embarrassed at another time, but it was all she could do to focus on staying afloat. The touch of the servant’s hands on her head nearly made Ari want to throw up again, but she closed her eyes and focused on breathing. The girl was good, gently taking great care of her head injury. When Ariadne opened her eyes, she saw flecks of blood in the water—the remnants of her injury finally coming clean.
“Please mistress, will you be all right for a moment while I fetch someone to help you out?” the servant asked. Ari gave her consent, thinking that it was probably a good idea. It was what she would have done. She felt like she could hardly move. Two people to help her out was the right path. This girl would make an excellent handmaiden, she thought absently, alone in her room.
That brought her to the second thing that made her quite uncomfortable. She was used to being that servant. To thinking of everything. To taking care of others. It was immensely difficult to feel all right about letting someone take care of her. Even though the girl was aware that she was as capable of taking care of herself as a kitten at the moment. She was almost entirely helpless. At least, for some reason, everyone here was quite kind.
A few minutes later the servant returned with a kindly looking older servant who tisked at sight of Ariadne’s body. However, she was gentle, helping Ariadne from the tub and wrapping a towel around her. Slowly, the three of them got Ariadne to one of the seats by the window, though the girl very much wanted to go back to bed. She was tired. As if the older servant knew her thoughts, she said, “Come mistress, let us clean your room a bit. Freshen it up. We’ll fetch some clothes for you and you can sit right here by the window. Sunlight will do you some good.”
The young retainer could hear the wisdom in those words, though she still very much wanted to curl up in bed. Or just lay there since her usual method of curling would not be easily achieved with bruised and cracked ribs. So she nodded and laid her head back gently on the chair and closed her eyes. She could still rest sitting up.
Ariadne was so tired that she didn’t even hear them cleaning her room, removing the tub, and bringing fresh sheets. Someone had opened the window so that a fresh breeze could enter, dissipating some of the stale air. Ari hadn’t even realized how bad the room had become until that moment. Finally, before the servants left, they dressed her and left her in the chair with a blanket draped over her body.
“I’ll send some food along, mistress,” the older servant told her. “And you best eat it. Your just skin and bones, girl. If you continue to lose your stomach, you’ll wither away. At least replace it with something.” Ari nodded slightly, her eyes wide. This woman reminded her of the cook who had taken a liking to her at the palati. A firm, but slightly mothering hand was exactly what she needed.
With that, the servants left, leaving Ari to close her eyes again and doze off. Although the sunlight had given her an instant headache before, today it felt just right, warming her in the seat. She wasn’t sure how long had passed when she heard a knock on the door and it opening slightly. The chairs were facing the window and the door was to her back. Ari didn’t quite have it in her to turn around, so she said quietly, “You can bring it over here, please.” She indicated the table between the two chairs, assuming that it was a servant bringing her some food. She would make good on her promise and certainly try to eat it today. The older woman was right. She had to heal.
It had been a week and some days since the riots and Ariadne had finally left her bed for the first time. A servant had been kind enough to help bathe her though the girl found the entire process to be uncomfortable. Partly because her injuries made it difficult to move. She had been shocked herself to see the bruising on the side of her body where her ribs had cracked. She looked to be more purple than pale in many parts of her torso. Even the servant could not keep the look of surprise from her face and a sympathetic murmur from her lips. Of course, the comfort of the bath was a bit ruined when Ari asked for a bucket to vomit in—all of the movement and the different feeling of the water had her feeling more than a little nauseous. She might have been embarrassed at another time, but it was all she could do to focus on staying afloat. The touch of the servant’s hands on her head nearly made Ari want to throw up again, but she closed her eyes and focused on breathing. The girl was good, gently taking great care of her head injury. When Ariadne opened her eyes, she saw flecks of blood in the water—the remnants of her injury finally coming clean.
“Please mistress, will you be all right for a moment while I fetch someone to help you out?” the servant asked. Ari gave her consent, thinking that it was probably a good idea. It was what she would have done. She felt like she could hardly move. Two people to help her out was the right path. This girl would make an excellent handmaiden, she thought absently, alone in her room.
That brought her to the second thing that made her quite uncomfortable. She was used to being that servant. To thinking of everything. To taking care of others. It was immensely difficult to feel all right about letting someone take care of her. Even though the girl was aware that she was as capable of taking care of herself as a kitten at the moment. She was almost entirely helpless. At least, for some reason, everyone here was quite kind.
A few minutes later the servant returned with a kindly looking older servant who tisked at sight of Ariadne’s body. However, she was gentle, helping Ariadne from the tub and wrapping a towel around her. Slowly, the three of them got Ariadne to one of the seats by the window, though the girl very much wanted to go back to bed. She was tired. As if the older servant knew her thoughts, she said, “Come mistress, let us clean your room a bit. Freshen it up. We’ll fetch some clothes for you and you can sit right here by the window. Sunlight will do you some good.”
The young retainer could hear the wisdom in those words, though she still very much wanted to curl up in bed. Or just lay there since her usual method of curling would not be easily achieved with bruised and cracked ribs. So she nodded and laid her head back gently on the chair and closed her eyes. She could still rest sitting up.
Ariadne was so tired that she didn’t even hear them cleaning her room, removing the tub, and bringing fresh sheets. Someone had opened the window so that a fresh breeze could enter, dissipating some of the stale air. Ari hadn’t even realized how bad the room had become until that moment. Finally, before the servants left, they dressed her and left her in the chair with a blanket draped over her body.
“I’ll send some food along, mistress,” the older servant told her. “And you best eat it. Your just skin and bones, girl. If you continue to lose your stomach, you’ll wither away. At least replace it with something.” Ari nodded slightly, her eyes wide. This woman reminded her of the cook who had taken a liking to her at the palati. A firm, but slightly mothering hand was exactly what she needed.
With that, the servants left, leaving Ari to close her eyes again and doze off. Although the sunlight had given her an instant headache before, today it felt just right, warming her in the seat. She wasn’t sure how long had passed when she heard a knock on the door and it opening slightly. The chairs were facing the window and the door was to her back. Ari didn’t quite have it in her to turn around, so she said quietly, “You can bring it over here, please.” She indicated the table between the two chairs, assuming that it was a servant bringing her some food. She would make good on her promise and certainly try to eat it today. The older woman was right. She had to heal.
The bruises on his face hadn’t yet faded, creating a black and blue glow outline around his eyes and nose. The riots had been horrific, and it was just a show of how chaotic athenia had become. He could take a few hits though, but many weren’t able to survive through so much. He had held onto Ariadne once he had her, and refused to let go. During the second attack, he had her fall onto him, rather then the ground. Of course, he hadn’t been around enough to completely protect her, and he knew that she was in sorry state. To be honest, the noble was worried sick over her. He couldn’t help but gather anything that he thought would help her. He grabbed food, money and even some sailor remedies that he had in his possession. He didn’t know what exactly would help, but he wanted to be prepared. He made his way over to the Antonis house, clearly looking stressed. If Ari’s state became worse…. Will Hector blame him? He hoped not…
Adrestus, wearing his noble clothes, stepped breathless into the room. holding all of his offerings in his arm, his eyes flickered all over Ari’s room. He stopped in the door way as he saw her, and sniffed. He hated to see his dear friend like this… He heard her request, and stepped towards where she indicated. He put the bread that he had brought near her, and then put the money on the ground. “Ari..." he said softly, in a voice that was dripping in concern. He put the flowers in the other corner, where she could see them. “I didn’t know what to bring… I put the money on the ground, hopefully that is enough to pay for anything else you need.” Adrestus explained. He reached up and gripped his hair with his left hand, watching her. “How can I help you? I just want you to feel better.” He moved over to her, and sat down on the bed near her. He reached over and put a hand on the space beside her on the bed. “Do you remember anything?” He looked at her, wondering if she had traumatic memories, or if Goddess Mnemosyne had spared her. If she had, at least then she could simply heal physically from it. Adrestus himself still had nightmares of riots coming back to burn the kingdom down.
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The bruises on his face hadn’t yet faded, creating a black and blue glow outline around his eyes and nose. The riots had been horrific, and it was just a show of how chaotic athenia had become. He could take a few hits though, but many weren’t able to survive through so much. He had held onto Ariadne once he had her, and refused to let go. During the second attack, he had her fall onto him, rather then the ground. Of course, he hadn’t been around enough to completely protect her, and he knew that she was in sorry state. To be honest, the noble was worried sick over her. He couldn’t help but gather anything that he thought would help her. He grabbed food, money and even some sailor remedies that he had in his possession. He didn’t know what exactly would help, but he wanted to be prepared. He made his way over to the Antonis house, clearly looking stressed. If Ari’s state became worse…. Will Hector blame him? He hoped not…
Adrestus, wearing his noble clothes, stepped breathless into the room. holding all of his offerings in his arm, his eyes flickered all over Ari’s room. He stopped in the door way as he saw her, and sniffed. He hated to see his dear friend like this… He heard her request, and stepped towards where she indicated. He put the bread that he had brought near her, and then put the money on the ground. “Ari..." he said softly, in a voice that was dripping in concern. He put the flowers in the other corner, where she could see them. “I didn’t know what to bring… I put the money on the ground, hopefully that is enough to pay for anything else you need.” Adrestus explained. He reached up and gripped his hair with his left hand, watching her. “How can I help you? I just want you to feel better.” He moved over to her, and sat down on the bed near her. He reached over and put a hand on the space beside her on the bed. “Do you remember anything?” He looked at her, wondering if she had traumatic memories, or if Goddess Mnemosyne had spared her. If she had, at least then she could simply heal physically from it. Adrestus himself still had nightmares of riots coming back to burn the kingdom down.
The bruises on his face hadn’t yet faded, creating a black and blue glow outline around his eyes and nose. The riots had been horrific, and it was just a show of how chaotic athenia had become. He could take a few hits though, but many weren’t able to survive through so much. He had held onto Ariadne once he had her, and refused to let go. During the second attack, he had her fall onto him, rather then the ground. Of course, he hadn’t been around enough to completely protect her, and he knew that she was in sorry state. To be honest, the noble was worried sick over her. He couldn’t help but gather anything that he thought would help her. He grabbed food, money and even some sailor remedies that he had in his possession. He didn’t know what exactly would help, but he wanted to be prepared. He made his way over to the Antonis house, clearly looking stressed. If Ari’s state became worse…. Will Hector blame him? He hoped not…
Adrestus, wearing his noble clothes, stepped breathless into the room. holding all of his offerings in his arm, his eyes flickered all over Ari’s room. He stopped in the door way as he saw her, and sniffed. He hated to see his dear friend like this… He heard her request, and stepped towards where she indicated. He put the bread that he had brought near her, and then put the money on the ground. “Ari..." he said softly, in a voice that was dripping in concern. He put the flowers in the other corner, where she could see them. “I didn’t know what to bring… I put the money on the ground, hopefully that is enough to pay for anything else you need.” Adrestus explained. He reached up and gripped his hair with his left hand, watching her. “How can I help you? I just want you to feel better.” He moved over to her, and sat down on the bed near her. He reached over and put a hand on the space beside her on the bed. “Do you remember anything?” He looked at her, wondering if she had traumatic memories, or if Goddess Mnemosyne had spared her. If she had, at least then she could simply heal physically from it. Adrestus himself still had nightmares of riots coming back to burn the kingdom down.
The voice that accompanied the door opening wasn’t that of a servant, like Ariadne had been expected. In fact, it wasn’t a voice that she had been expecting at all, but one she had been longing to hear in a way. Well, she had been both longing to hear it and wasn’t sure what she would do when she did. The girl found herself feeling suddenly incredibly shy in front of Lord Adrestus. He had saved her life, so she had been told and it wasn’t the first time. She was in his debt yet again. And if she remembered correctly, the last time she had seen him, she had yelled at him. Ariadne hardly ever raised her voice, but his appearance at her father’s house a month ago and his lack of concern over what was happening in Athenia had pushed the already stressed girl to the edge. Yet, despite of her rude behavior, he had still saved her. Ariadne was ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, still blinking out of her sleep. How long had it been since the servants had cleaned and left her here? How long since her bath? Her hair was mostly dry, she discovered, bringing a hand up to touch it slightly, so it had been a few hours at least. How could she just sleep away the day and not even realize it? Had they moved her back to the bed without her waking? Or could she just not remember the movement? Her memory had been fuzzy since her fall.
“I thought you were the servant returning with food,” Ari continued, bringing her focus back to Adrestus. She then noticed that there was a tray sitting on the table next to the bread that he had brought. When had they returned and how hadn’t she noticed? Perhaps the bath had tired her out more than she imagined. Though, that was just an excuse. Everything tired her out now.
“Thank you for coming,” the blonde managed a small smile, glad that she was at least clean and fresh for this conversation. Had he come sooner he would have seen her in a state that would have been most embarrassing for her. “This is help enough. I wanted to thank you…you saved me. Again.” Although she was always fairly quiet, these days she spoke with a different sort of quiet, as if conversations exhausted the voice right out of her.
“I remember…I saw…” My mother. She had only told Hector that so far and he looked a bit shocked to hear it. So she refrained now, not wanting to worry her friend. He too, bared marks from the past few weeks. Adre’s face was bruised and he looked just as tired as she felt. These weeks had left marks upon them all. “I can’t remember much,” she continued, picking up the trail of her thought. “But I was told that you carried me here. I don’t know how you found us, but…thank you.”
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The voice that accompanied the door opening wasn’t that of a servant, like Ariadne had been expected. In fact, it wasn’t a voice that she had been expecting at all, but one she had been longing to hear in a way. Well, she had been both longing to hear it and wasn’t sure what she would do when she did. The girl found herself feeling suddenly incredibly shy in front of Lord Adrestus. He had saved her life, so she had been told and it wasn’t the first time. She was in his debt yet again. And if she remembered correctly, the last time she had seen him, she had yelled at him. Ariadne hardly ever raised her voice, but his appearance at her father’s house a month ago and his lack of concern over what was happening in Athenia had pushed the already stressed girl to the edge. Yet, despite of her rude behavior, he had still saved her. Ariadne was ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, still blinking out of her sleep. How long had it been since the servants had cleaned and left her here? How long since her bath? Her hair was mostly dry, she discovered, bringing a hand up to touch it slightly, so it had been a few hours at least. How could she just sleep away the day and not even realize it? Had they moved her back to the bed without her waking? Or could she just not remember the movement? Her memory had been fuzzy since her fall.
“I thought you were the servant returning with food,” Ari continued, bringing her focus back to Adrestus. She then noticed that there was a tray sitting on the table next to the bread that he had brought. When had they returned and how hadn’t she noticed? Perhaps the bath had tired her out more than she imagined. Though, that was just an excuse. Everything tired her out now.
“Thank you for coming,” the blonde managed a small smile, glad that she was at least clean and fresh for this conversation. Had he come sooner he would have seen her in a state that would have been most embarrassing for her. “This is help enough. I wanted to thank you…you saved me. Again.” Although she was always fairly quiet, these days she spoke with a different sort of quiet, as if conversations exhausted the voice right out of her.
“I remember…I saw…” My mother. She had only told Hector that so far and he looked a bit shocked to hear it. So she refrained now, not wanting to worry her friend. He too, bared marks from the past few weeks. Adre’s face was bruised and he looked just as tired as she felt. These weeks had left marks upon them all. “I can’t remember much,” she continued, picking up the trail of her thought. “But I was told that you carried me here. I don’t know how you found us, but…thank you.”
The voice that accompanied the door opening wasn’t that of a servant, like Ariadne had been expected. In fact, it wasn’t a voice that she had been expecting at all, but one she had been longing to hear in a way. Well, she had been both longing to hear it and wasn’t sure what she would do when she did. The girl found herself feeling suddenly incredibly shy in front of Lord Adrestus. He had saved her life, so she had been told and it wasn’t the first time. She was in his debt yet again. And if she remembered correctly, the last time she had seen him, she had yelled at him. Ariadne hardly ever raised her voice, but his appearance at her father’s house a month ago and his lack of concern over what was happening in Athenia had pushed the already stressed girl to the edge. Yet, despite of her rude behavior, he had still saved her. Ariadne was ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, still blinking out of her sleep. How long had it been since the servants had cleaned and left her here? How long since her bath? Her hair was mostly dry, she discovered, bringing a hand up to touch it slightly, so it had been a few hours at least. How could she just sleep away the day and not even realize it? Had they moved her back to the bed without her waking? Or could she just not remember the movement? Her memory had been fuzzy since her fall.
“I thought you were the servant returning with food,” Ari continued, bringing her focus back to Adrestus. She then noticed that there was a tray sitting on the table next to the bread that he had brought. When had they returned and how hadn’t she noticed? Perhaps the bath had tired her out more than she imagined. Though, that was just an excuse. Everything tired her out now.
“Thank you for coming,” the blonde managed a small smile, glad that she was at least clean and fresh for this conversation. Had he come sooner he would have seen her in a state that would have been most embarrassing for her. “This is help enough. I wanted to thank you…you saved me. Again.” Although she was always fairly quiet, these days she spoke with a different sort of quiet, as if conversations exhausted the voice right out of her.
“I remember…I saw…” My mother. She had only told Hector that so far and he looked a bit shocked to hear it. So she refrained now, not wanting to worry her friend. He too, bared marks from the past few weeks. Adre’s face was bruised and he looked just as tired as she felt. These weeks had left marks upon them all. “I can’t remember much,” she continued, picking up the trail of her thought. “But I was told that you carried me here. I don’t know how you found us, but…thank you.”