~ thirty-eighth fairy tale

[too_fairytale]

[Lunar Festival? What Lunar Festival? What world boss rising out of the duck pond? Amy's laid up in bed, feeling ill and cranky and faintly miserable. Today is apparently a day she gets to suffer through the phantom effects of her real body's pregnancy back home. Either that, or she's got food poisoning]

Heeeeeey, castle. Do you have a good remedy for an upset stomach? Rory knows his stuff, but it's only Earth medicine, and I am really open to alternatives right now.

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[peacockherald]

All right, where do you want me to bring it?

[too_fairytale]

Room two-twelve.

[peacockherald]

All right. Give me a minute to get the herbs.

_{[He would get a better idea of what it was when he actually saw here.]}

[too_fairytale]

Take your time... I'm not going anywhere.

[peacockherald]

_{[He arrives a few minutes later with a mash of herbs. They are things he knew from the field to help with upset tummies when you've eaten something rotten or caught something from the chill or the rain.]}

Milday? I'm coming in with the herbs I promised.

_{[A gentleman as always, trained by his mother.]}

[nurse_boy]

[there's some rustling on the other side of the door, and when it opens, it's .... not Milady. Instead it's a tall, lanky, faintly worried-looking fellow]

Ah, hello? You must be the bloke with the herbal remedies, yeah?

[peacockherald]

_{[He nods, holding up the small pouch.]}

Yes. I am Vanyel Ashkevron.

[nurse_boy]

[Rory nods in return, standing back and gesturing for Vanyel to enter]

Right, come on in then... Amy's over here in bed.

[he nods toward his wife, who is curled up on the bed in just her nightie, looking distinctly green around the gills. Rory goes to her and lays a light hand at the small of her back, murmuring]

That Vanyel bloke with the herbs is here.

[too_fairytale]

Great!

[Amy gingerly rolls onto her back, pushing herself up into a sitting position. There's a wastepaper bin sitting conspicuously next to the side of the bed she'd just been facing]

[peacockherald]

_{[Vanyel follows, noting the way the man is so protective of her and a part of him smiles. It was nice, to see such couples, reminding him of the good months he and Tylendel shared. Quietly he brought up a chair to the bed, sitting down and placing the bag of herbs on the covers.]}

I am going to have to touch you for a moment to try and ascertain what is wrong. As I do, tell me your symptoms so far, all right?

[too_fairytale]

[Amy nods, and moves her hands to rest at her side instead of on her stomach]

Well, there's... a lot of queasiness. Like I want to throw up, but can't.

[peacockherald]

_{[ooc: is there something specific he should be looking for as farm as sicknesses go? Or is it something like she's pregnant?]}

Hmm. So stomach pains. Any headaches? Fever?

_{[He placed his hand on hers, opening the channel of his Healing Gift and left it out. He was by no means powerful enough to have his Greens, but he knew enough to help those he came across - enough to diagnose problems and fix them with herbs or help speed healing, however minor.]}

[too_fairytale]

[ooc: She is... actually pregnant, back home. The Amy that Vanyel is touching is a Flesh Ganger and damn near indistinguishable from the real thing, being "driven" by the real Amy's consciousness. Back home that link equates to sometimes feeling sick and/or seeing a creepy-ass lady in an eye patch looking at her out of walls. At her current canon point Ganger Amy doesn't know that she isn't the real Amy, but she knows here in Paradisa. The castle is keeping her Flesh body stable by sort of pressing pause on the link between the two Amys.

...sorry, that's actually the Reader's Digest version right there :/]

No, no headaches, no fever.

[peacockherald]

_{[ooc: So do you want me to say 'pregnant' or 'you're pregnant, but I cannot sense another life in you'?]}

All right. It might not be so bad then.

_{[He closed his eyes, letting his power work, trying to sense what was going on as much as he could.]}

[nurse_boy]

[ooc: say option two so we can freak! :D]

[Rory, who has so far been quiet as Vanyel works, is standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed, chewing on a thumbnail with an oddly terse expression on his face. When Vanyel says 'not so bad then', his eyes flick up to Amy's]

/salutes! o7

[peacockherald]

_{[He is quiet a long time, and then finally opens his eyes, his brow furrowing.]}

You feel like you are pregnant, but I cannot feel another life.

heh heh heh

[too_fairytale]

[at that, Amy's face blanches--she can't mask her reaction--and looks quickly at Rory, her own expression taking on a pinched quality]

drama llama

[nurse_boy]

[Rory's stomach lurches, eyes fixed on Amy's, and without thinking he blurts]

What?!

[to Vanyel, it probably sounds like the right response: shock]