Drinking Troubles

[Escke]

Yes, she heard the prayer. She pursed her lips a little, but she didn't say anything. When he finally sat down on her bed, she kneeled slowly in front of him, on both knees.

"No, it's alright." She said, softly. Perhaps it hurt to lay down all the way. She didn't want to make things worse for the poor boy. "Just close your eyes." She raised her hand moved it over his eyes, as if to lower his lids, and then looked down and closed her eyes herself.

"Dear lord," She started, quietly. She focused hard on everything good, on all she believed in, all that was pure and right. She tried to fill her mind with white, and felt the somewhat-familiar warm glow in her hands. "Please take mercy on this child," She paused here, figuring again that 'Kit' wasn't his real name. "This child who calls himself Kit. Please cleanse his body of this strange illness, please remove these scales of sin from his body. Together, we will work to make him a better person, one who works towards Your Goals and the Greater Good of the People of Avaren. Merciful Lord, please bestow upon us a blessing."

She felt it. It was warm, almost hot, burning through her hands where they met his, where they were clasped. She felt it coursing through her, the raw white energy she'd only felt a few times before. She wasn't one to abuse a power, and this ability to call upon the Good Lord's Holyness was certainly not one to be trifled with.

A minute later, and it faded away.

She felt drained, spent, yet somehow... clean.

She opened her eyes, tears stinging at the corners, but to her dismay, he was still...

He was still sick.

Either her power was false, or he was not deserving of healing. That had to be it. The look in her eyes hardened considerably.

How dare this heathen trick her? She felt shamed, angry. She'd only wanted to help, yet here she was, baring herself and her Lord for a stranger only to be swindled of precious time and energy by some non-deserving coward? The illness was most likely some curse put upon him by people who were probably his friends, probably magicians and witches and other untrsutworty folk and he probably deserved every single second of his misery.

What she felt wasn't anger. It was wrath.

The beginnings of a plan started to tick inside her head.

"You should sleep here for tonight." Her voice was calm, careful, light as ever.

[Kitto]

He didn't like the touch, but she was obviously upset with him over something. She had made some kind of face! Kitto put up with it, feeling more and more depressed as she spoke. Child. He wasn't a child, was he?

Scales of sin? He started to protest, but she was still talking. He hadn't ever agreed to this! Worry shot through him, and for a moment he thought he was imagining things. What if his scales burned off, and killed him or something? But that warm sensation didn't get hot enough for that, although he winced anyway.

It faded quickly enough, and he opened one eye, nervously. A cool sensation settled over him now, clear and -

"My headache is gone!" He said excitedly. Even a bit of nervousness subsided, and he found himself smiling.

Until he saw her face.

He wilted a bit, and drooped his head, staring at his hands. Scaled, ugly hands. The cool sensation vanished, although he did feel a bit better.

"Did I do something wrong?" he asked weakly. Without waiting for an answer, he began to apologize profusely.

"I'm sorry ... I really am. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry - "

Stay here for the night? Gabriel would be furious. Kitto let out a small smile. He didn't want to make her more upset, or disappointed, because apparently something had gone wrong.

"I guess I can," Kitto mumbled under his breath. "If it'll make you happy."

He hated feeling depressed, and worried, but it would upset her if he left, and then he would just be guilty all the time. Selfish creature, that's what he was. He only cared about his own feelings!

"I'll stay."

[Escke]

"Well that's good," She said, smile on her face. "I'm glad I could be of some assistance, at least." Witch. She nodded, patting his hand softly with one of her own as he agreed to stay. "Yes, yes. Veeery good." Her hand raised, softly giving his hair to the side of his face a pet.

"I've got to go.." Her eyes searched her home. "borrow something from a neighbor, real quick. I'll be right back, okay? Make yourself comfortable." She handed him the bread again. "Eat your roll."

With that, she raised herself from her kneeling position, grabbed her cloak--it was starting to get chilly, after all--and left the door. An audible 'click' could be heard as she locked it behind her, and her shoes softly padded off into the night.

[Kitto]

Kitto wasn't a terribly paranoid person. Nervous, yes. Paranoid, no. Still, he felt a small pang at that click. Why had she felt the need to lock him in? Maybe she was worried someone would try to break in ... ?

But in that case, why had she trusted a complete stranger in her house? Hence the lock maybe. Maybe she didn't trust him.

He honestly didn't want the roll. Why did she keep insisting on it ... he shouldn't hurt her feelings though, right? With a sigh, Kitto tore a piece and chewed resentfully.

She was going to get him in trouble, and then what?

Gabriel wouldn't be mad long, probably. He'd just ... Kitto pushed it to the back of his mind, taking another bite. He'd just have to wait and see, right?

[Escke]

A pale hand rose, calm and precise in its movements as it rose up and struck against a wooden door.

Escke's equally calm and precise voice trickled through the dark of the night.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, Father Vidar... but I need your help."