Nightingale?|Raynham, Reave

[Kender Bard]

Henrietta licked her lips nervously and tried to act nonchalant. She knew that the healer Cye had to come throw on market at some point and so had more or less stalked the area since she'd come up with her plan to talk to him.

And, finally, her patience paid off. She spotted him. At first she stopped and just looked at him, feeling a bit daunted. What if he refused? She shook her head. Refusal was not an option. Gathering her nerve, she trailed him until she found her voice and spoke up, "Healer Cye?"

[Devon]

Cye was on his way back to the shop he owned with his wife carrying a bunch of herbs under his arm. Stopping once he was called he turned and faced the woman with a smile. "Yep that's me do you need anything? Are you hurt?"

[Kender Bard]

"I'm not sure if hurt is right," Henrietta protested. "There's something, ah, strange. It doesn't hurt, but it doesn't look right either." She grew flushed. "It's on my belly," she explained. "I would have come by somewhere else but you see..." Here she lowered her voice and looked a little ashamed. "I can't afford to pay for a healer is all."

[Devon]

"Oh um okay," Cye said looked a little confused by all of this. "Well I have some free time today, I guess I could look at it for free, give you my opinion on it if you intend to go see someone else about it."

[Kender Bard]

"Oh, thank you," Henrietta gushed. "That's more than I hoped for. Bless your heart; you're a good soul. Where should I meet you?" She felt deliriously happy. Even if he was only giving her an opinion, perhaps she could take care of her own problem, if it were mild enough.

[Devon]

"I'm heading back to my shop right now," Cye told the woman. "You can follow me there and then I can have a look at your problem," he said as he urged the woman to follow his lead back to his shop.

[Kender Bard]

Henrietta nodded and hastened after him. Kyss had gone from the shop - she left a note for Cye mentioning that she was called away to deal with a sick baby in someone else's home and that she would be home later.

[Devon]

Cye folded the note and put it aside once he had finished reading it. Taking Henrietta to the room that they used to examine the sick that came to them, he patted his hand on the table. "Have a seat here and let me take a look at your problem."

[Kender Bard]

Henrietta sat on the table, looking a bit nervous. She worked the laces of her bodice until it had eased enough to peel back. From there, blushing brightly, she removed her blouse, shivering a little. Across her belly was a band of red skin that look highly irritated.

"It itches," she admitted.

[Devon]

Cye leaned forward and observed the rash on her belly. "Miss, about when did you notice you had this rash? Have you been around any plants?" For now he'd refrain from touching the rash, if need be he had a cloth nearby to put some healing water on and apply a bit to the woman's rash.

[Kender Bard]

"I noticed it yesterday," she remarked. She shivered more as he looked at her, her eyes a little wide and wild and her voice light. "Yes, ah, about two or three days ago I was trying to coax out our chicken when she'd gotten loose of the pen and went running off. Had to get down on my hands and knees and all and there were plants around."

[Devon]

Cye applied some healing water to a cloth and pressed it against the rash. Hopefully easing the itching and some of the redness to it. "Well I'd have to get a look at some of those plants and then find someone who knows more about that than I do. It might be one of the plants you fell into that gave you the rash."

[Kender Bard]

Almost immediately the rash began to fade with the application of the healing water. Henrietta was blushing brightly, staring transfixed at her disappearing rash as well as her hand. Her voice was breathy and light. "I can show you if you like."

[Devon]

Cye looked at the rash again, pleased it was healing up nicely. "Well I don't know much about plants myself, but I could look at it and ask around about it. Does it feel better now?"

[Kender Bard]

"Much," Henrietta answered. She hugged her stomach a little. Where he'd touched her and made everything better again. "You're truly gifted."