Delicate touches, soft murmurs.
Wyldon awoke, feeling like his brain was stuffed with cottonballs. "Ummm... urm... "
"Shhh. Stay still. You are not fit to get up for at least two months."
Two months! Panic spazzed Wyldon's heart. I haven't stayed that still since I was given birth!
Wyldon finally cracks his eyes open. Even that takes energy. His eyes felt crusted over with tons of bricks. Ouch.
"Please. Help me." and that took energy, too. A different kind of energy, though. Pride energy.
"Yes, Lord Wyldon." ugh. She knows who I am. Lots of pride energy has been stolen from me.
The nurse neatly dabs off all of the crust off of my eyes. She helps me drink water. She fluffs up my pillows. She makes sure that the covers are comfortable. Wyldon squirmed feeling his nakedness under the blankets. He hadn't felt that way in forever. He sighs. Time to open my eyes and leave this bliss. Time to see this nurse.
Wyldon's eyes creep open, slowly coming into focus.
Wyldon squirmed a little more.
Keladry.

Kel squirms too. Couldn't I stay a random nurse helping him? Not me, Keladry of Mindelan, Lady Knight who's training master was Lord Wyldon?
Kel felt a sudden tenderness towards Wyldon. The same way she felt when the other lady from the infirmary asked to help her take care of Wyldon while he was crippled in his room. And the same way, for some odd reason, she declined.

"Queenscove?"
"Yes, Lord Wyldon?"
"Where is Kel?"
"You know, the Scanran war is finished, but there still is a lot of... peace making needed."
"Hmph."
"Just because your bed ridden, doesn't mean the world around you stops."
"And just because I'm bed ridden does not mean I can't get up and... "
And for some reason Wyldon sighed at that moment. He continued saying: "Leave, Queenscove. Oh, and don't heal me anymore. I'm tougher than your green Gift or whatever."
Nealan leaves. Wyldon felt utterly alone, but couldn't have anyone in the room while his emotions spilled.
When Nealan left, Wyldon cried silently to himself. For his deceased wife, and for his aching body.

"Kel, what's the matter? You're constantly fidgeting." Domitan of Masbolle asks.
"I'm sorry. I'm just so... I'm so antsy." Kel whispers.
"Yeah, I know your just waiting to get back to being a maid for Wyldon... "
"Shut up! It was partly my fault for his injuries, so I decided to help him."
"By yourself?"
"Huh?"
"Okay. Play the innocent role, Kel. Everyone knows you could get more help."
"Neal helps me a lot! And anyway, mind your own business. Lord Wyldon is a good man and training master, you have no idea," Kel hissed. "And keep your voice down, too."
The twinkle in Dom's eyes vanish. "Well sorry. I was just kidding. No one really cares."
But Kel ignored him after her say in the matter, without seeing the vigor fade from Dom's face. Her mind was only on Wyldon of Cavall.

Ah, Tortall. Away from Scanra, politics, and diplomacy.

Kel was thinking that, but under all of her exhaustion and worries, she was really thinking about Wyldon, and how he was doing, and if he was thinking about her at that moment...