Chapter4
The Healing Tent
Disclaimer- I do not own any of this except the plot, and some characters. Anything you recognize belongs to Tamora Pierce.
"Why did you let her set up a marriage for me?" Sarra asked her father when she got back inside and spit out 'her' like it was something awful.
"Honey, I am sorry for not stopping her. I had to let her set it up, you'll see why eventually." He said soothingly.
"What I don't understand is how you were so supportive of me wanting to choose my own marriage and now you suddenly aren't." Sarra said, hurt at how her parents weren't supportive of her decision anymore. "I am going to mix some herbs in the kitchen and then help them over at the sick hut. I'll be back before sunset."
~~~~sick hut~~~~
"Hey 'Lissa, how are you and the babe?" Sarra asked her friend who was laying down on one of the makeshift beds. She had short, messy brown hair and blackish blue eyes looking quite pregnant and proud since she was having twins in a few weeks or so.
"We're fine, just ate some lunch. Anything wrong, you look upset."
"I'll tell you later, where's Mary? I need to tell her to check off some of the medicine I just made."
"Mary's in the back with Rob. He broke his leg after becoming too worried about us. You know how he is."
"That certainly sounds like something he'd do. He does love you after all."
"Yea, isn't he great?" Elizabeth said daydreaming about her and Robert. Knowing that she couldn't talk to 'Lissa anymore and get straight responses, she headed into the back part of the hut.
"Hey Mary. Robert." Sarra said to a middle aged woman with long black and grey hair and someone with a broken leg trying to get up and walk to the other room. He had short and somewhat messy blondish red hair and a bit of whiskers with some worry wrinkles and looked like all in all a worried male who tried to wait on an expecting mother-to-be and didn't know how.
"I told you to quit calling me that, we've been friends for years, call me Rob. Don't stop just 'cause 'Lissa and I are married. Speaking of 'Lissa, is she okay? Should I get her anything? The leg doesn't bother me much. Does she need me? Did something happen?" He asked paranoid and tried to get up only to be pushed back down by Mary.
"Is anything wrong Sarra? Excuse me for being blunt, but you look horrible. Why were you crying?" Mary asked in a grandmotherly tone.
"Tell you later. Mary, you can check off the herbs while I finish fixing this crazy guy's leg over here who broke it trying to run to get water from trying to get the best water in the well. I put it on the side table by the cabinet."
"Thanks, Sarra. Now go take care of this paranoid lunatic and make sure he stays laying down."
"By the way Robert, I mean Rob, you do know that all the water in the well is exactly the same, right?" Sarra asked Rob.
"Not a word. I was just trying to get the best water for her and the baby."
"I know, and you love each other. But try not to worry so much. You worrying means you end up hurting yourself one way or another. Everyone who knows you knows that. It's bad for the babe's mom to get paranoid, and she will be if she knows how much you are worrying. So, calm down and stay still while I finish bandaging you." Sarra said to one of her childhood friends, knowing how to make him stop fidgeting around and trying to get off the couch.
After spending half the day working with Mary on the other patients and calming down the parents to be Sarra went home. There she found at from her dad how long about till she would meet her fiancé, which was in a couple of days. She also realized that she still had yet to tell her friends at the sick hut about the upcoming and unwanted marriage. Despairing about the situation she went upstairs and thought on when to tell her friends and about if the babe and mom would make the birth or not.
Disclaimer- I do not own any of this except the plot, and some characters. Anything you recognize belongs to Tamora Pierce.
"Why did you let her set up a marriage for me?" Sarra asked her father when she got back inside and spit out 'her' like it was something awful.
"Honey, I am sorry for not stopping her. I had to let her set it up, you'll see why eventually." He said soothingly.
"What I don't understand is how you were so supportive of me wanting to choose my own marriage and now you suddenly aren't." Sarra said, hurt at how her parents weren't supportive of her decision anymore. "I am going to mix some herbs in the kitchen and then help them over at the sick hut. I'll be back before sunset."
~~~~sick hut~~~~
"Hey 'Lissa, how are you and the babe?" Sarra asked her friend who was laying down on one of the makeshift beds. She had short, messy brown hair and blackish blue eyes looking quite pregnant and proud since she was having twins in a few weeks or so.
"We're fine, just ate some lunch. Anything wrong, you look upset."
"I'll tell you later, where's Mary? I need to tell her to check off some of the medicine I just made."
"Mary's in the back with Rob. He broke his leg after becoming too worried about us. You know how he is."
"That certainly sounds like something he'd do. He does love you after all."
"Yea, isn't he great?" Elizabeth said daydreaming about her and Robert. Knowing that she couldn't talk to 'Lissa anymore and get straight responses, she headed into the back part of the hut.
"Hey Mary. Robert." Sarra said to a middle aged woman with long black and grey hair and someone with a broken leg trying to get up and walk to the other room. He had short and somewhat messy blondish red hair and a bit of whiskers with some worry wrinkles and looked like all in all a worried male who tried to wait on an expecting mother-to-be and didn't know how.
"I told you to quit calling me that, we've been friends for years, call me Rob. Don't stop just 'cause 'Lissa and I are married. Speaking of 'Lissa, is she okay? Should I get her anything? The leg doesn't bother me much. Does she need me? Did something happen?" He asked paranoid and tried to get up only to be pushed back down by Mary.
"Is anything wrong Sarra? Excuse me for being blunt, but you look horrible. Why were you crying?" Mary asked in a grandmotherly tone.
"Tell you later. Mary, you can check off the herbs while I finish fixing this crazy guy's leg over here who broke it trying to run to get water from trying to get the best water in the well. I put it on the side table by the cabinet."
"Thanks, Sarra. Now go take care of this paranoid lunatic and make sure he stays laying down."
"By the way Robert, I mean Rob, you do know that all the water in the well is exactly the same, right?" Sarra asked Rob.
"Not a word. I was just trying to get the best water for her and the baby."
"I know, and you love each other. But try not to worry so much. You worrying means you end up hurting yourself one way or another. Everyone who knows you knows that. It's bad for the babe's mom to get paranoid, and she will be if she knows how much you are worrying. So, calm down and stay still while I finish bandaging you." Sarra said to one of her childhood friends, knowing how to make him stop fidgeting around and trying to get off the couch.
After spending half the day working with Mary on the other patients and calming down the parents to be Sarra went home. There she found at from her dad how long about till she would meet her fiancé, which was in a couple of days. She also realized that she still had yet to tell her friends at the sick hut about the upcoming and unwanted marriage. Despairing about the situation she went upstairs and thought on when to tell her friends and about if the babe and mom would make the birth or not.