~Merry walked back to the table with a drink, much larger than Pippin's and Sam's.
"What's that?" Pippin asked.
"This my friend is what they call a 'pint'," Merry replied happily looking at his drink.
"It comes in pints?" Pippin replied in awe. "I'm going to get some."~
Pippin awoke without a big startle. He looked around the room. He saw a cup of water on the nightstand. He grabbed it and took a sip. He could smell food cooking and tea brewing. He sluggishly pushed himself out of his bed and walked to the kitchen.
"Branwyn?"
"Morning," she said as she poured the tea into a cup. "You're supposed to be in bed."
"I smelt the food, and I was hungry,"
"Well sit down," he did and already on the table was a plate with bread, cheese and an apple. "That's all I found in the pantry."
"You don't need to be doing this for me,"
"I told you why I'm doing this," she poured the tea into his cup.
"Is it morning?"
"Yes," she almost laughed. "You slept threw the rest of the day, and night."
"Hmm," he acknowledged as he brought the tea to his lips.
"Wait," she pulled the cup away from him. She put the herbs into the tea. "There you go." He took a sip and almost spit it out.
"Uck…that's horrible,"
"You'll get use to it,"
He grumbled something then took a sip of the tea. "Where's Merry?"
"He's out…visiting some family,"
"Oh," he took another sip.
"You're arm," she saw a bloody mark on his shoulder as his shirt fell off the shoulder and a small bloodstain on his arm.
"Happened with Saruman," he said looking down.
"You should get that cleaned up,"
"Dr. Kane is on the other side of the village,"
"I can do it," he almost cracked a smile at her. "What? I'm serious." He looked at her with a 'yeah right' look. "Take off your shirt."
"I'm not taking my shirt off," he protested.
"Want to see if I can fix you or not?" Pippin sighed in defeat and unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and placed it on the table. Branwyn placed her hand an inch above the wound on the shoulder. A small light appeared as she absorbed the information she needed. She did the same to his lower arm.
"What did you do?"
"Collected information, its kind of healed, just dirty,"
"So what are you going to do?"
"I am going to wash it off then let you put your shirt back on," she reached for the basin and filled it up with her hand. She used the cloth on the table to dab in the water. She placed the cloth on his shoulder.
"Ow!"
"That didn't hurt," she stroked the dry blood away along with some dirt.
"I'm sorry,"
"For what?" she continued to clean.
"After you saved me and Merry, when I kissed you…I'm sorry for doing that…"
"Its okay, you were sick and weren't thinking clearly,"
"Yes…" he said looking away.
"Done," she pulled the cloth away. "Finish your tea and I'm going to go see Aislinn for a minute." Branwyn got up from the table walking out of the small house. Pippin pulled his shirt back on and looked at his tea. It was a horrid taste with the herbs but he drank it down anyway. The tea took away his appetite. He got up and headed back to his room to read a book.
He looked on the nightstand seeing In the Borough lying there. He thought that he had left it on the shelf. He picked it up seeing one of the pages had been folded back. Branwyn had been reading it. He found the spot he had left off at before the journey and began to read, with wandering thoughts of his sickness and distant thoughts of Branwyn.