He shrugged. "You're probably right. I do worry a lot." He tried a small smile, but it was just a smirk at best. He sighed and then looked up at her fully. "Thanks, Mintuu. I just needed to work this out." He thought about it- she was probably right. He'd only be captured if everything went to hell. In that case, well- he'd have been caught anyway, probably. Helping others should override his sense of self, he thought. So long as it wasn't ridiculous.
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 18, 2011 18:09:39 GMT -5
"You're not leaving Ronduin anytime soon though, are you?" she asked, polishing off her glass. She didn't bother to refill it--one was enough to help her mellow enough to sleep later. "If not, I'd like to invite you try a lunch tomorrow. The food will be much better."
He felt himself blush just a tiny bit. Girls didn't invite him to lunch. Ever. He smiled as he looked up. "I don't know when I'm leaving, but I don't think tomorrow. If I do, anyway... if there's a better way to help here, I will do that instead." He finished his bowl of soup, enjoying it now. Free of worries for the time being, he felt much better.
He nodded. "To you as well. May Efil watch over you and keep you well." He turned to leave, waving back at her as he went out the doors and began the short walk back to his apartment. What strange webs fate wove for all people! He never ceased to marvel at them. He had a lot of thinking yet to do.
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 19, 2011 1:02:53 GMT -5
The next day, around noon, the eatery was much more full. In the light of day, the whole place took on a cozier look, inviting weary patrons in to slip into a chair and feast their eyes on the soothing pale blue and cream color scheme until their meals came and they could feed themselves.
For Khael there had been hardly anything to do that day. Not many people had come in injured- just a couple of fisherman with hooks stuck in their arms (morons, he'd thought). He walked down the street, having to remember from last night, and into the eatery. He was taken aback by how busy it was! There wasn't a free table that he could see. No wonder she did so well! He finally found a seat in the far back corner, and sat down, wondering how they'd know he was here or not. Must be some kind of sixth sense, he thought.
He was taken aback, not expecting another person- but of course such an establishment needed more than one person to run it. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I have no idea... What's good?" An awkward question... he wasn't sure what all they served.
He looked very confused. It was much finer food than he usually ate, so he just nodded. "Uh, sure. Sounds great." He smiled and waited for whatever happened next. He wondered if he'd actually get to see her.
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 19, 2011 22:46:03 GMT -5
Some time later, Minty arrived, carrying his food, giggling. "You're lucky that Mary noticed you enough to mention you in passing to me or I'd have never known you were here." She placed his bowl of soup down, along with a side hot, steaming bread covered in some kind of creamy sauce. She put a bowl of the same down across from him and sat down. "Why didn't you ask for me, silly?"
He smiled as he saw her approaching. "I'm sorry, I didnt know what to do..." He sheepishly waited till she had sat down to begin eating. The food was as good as it had been the previous night- even after a sip of the soup, he could tell. He looked around. "Busy today? Or is this normal?"
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 20, 2011 2:16:52 GMT -5
"A little busy," she admitted. "The noon hour usually is. That's why I leave things in the hands of my staff this hour and take a little rest. It'll taper off after an hour, pick up again near dinner, and then slow to a crawl until I close for the night." She grinned at him. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure if you would; I mean, it was a bit out of the blue, and I know how healers can be called to run off at any moment." She shook her head. "Doesn't that ever get tiring? I mean, sure, you work in the Healing House, but do you get called upon outside your working hours very often? Like last night?"
He shrugged. "Occupational hazard. We've chosen to help other people, and it doesn't really matter the time or place. Even in our off time, we often get the, uh... opportunity to practice." He referred to accidents, of course. Anything. A cut finger, bruises from a fall- anything. He smiled as he took a sip of the soup. "It's helped us become rather good at what we do."