IC Inbox: Hadriel

[bythewaves]

I fear that I cannot answer, but I will endeavour to do so later, if I can.

Comments

(Voice)

[bythewaves]

[ Cute instant fret ]

Sansa! Where are you, little niece?

(Voice)

[stonebird]

At home. (She is grateful for keen Elvish ears. Her voice is hard to find at the moment.) I think the door is unlocked?

(Voice) -> Action

[bythewaves]

I will be right over.

[ Maglor practically flies over the short distance between houses, and doesn't even bother to try the lock, simply singing it open ]

Sansa?

Action

[stonebird]

(She is sitting on the lowest step inside, holding one of her arms to her chest.)

I'm h-here. (Winter is sitting beside her, ears lowered. He knows he made a mistake.)

Action

[bythewaves]

Oh Sansa! [ He comes in to kneel beside her ]

Where does it hurt, little firebird?

Action

[stonebird]

My wrist... I think it's broken. (It's at the very least a swollen mess.) I fell over Winter.

Action

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor hisses softly in sympathy ]

Aye! Bad Winter - although I think he knows, really. We'll have to get some ice on it. I'm no Elrond - we might be better if we get you to a proper healer.

Action

[stonebird]

He did not mean it. (She immediately rushes to her poor boy's defense, remembering Lady. But this is different. Maglor would never.) Will it need to be set?

(She remembers her brothers going through that process and her face pales at the thought.)

Action

[bythewaves]

Well he certainly will know better for next time!

[ Maglor frowns as he gently checks the bones ]

I ... think so, Sansa. I can try and sing the break whole, but it will hurt, and I don't know if that works in this world...I think I would feel better if we saw a healer?