Midget
By Rey
Author's note: Thank you, once more, to Trickster32 for suggesting this tag/title to me. - Rey
25. Family
The healer lets me linger in the tiny infirmary. ("Get your wits together, kid," is what she said.) So I do. The place is tiny and smells odd, indeed, but it offers dim light and cool if dry air, two things that I severely need.
Come to think of it again….
"Did I faint from the heat?" I ask Atlanta through her second "phone" which is still in my possession, ignoring my own heated cheeks and wounded pride. It would not be the first instance, anyway, and I was ridiculed horribly at home for such, compared to here.
Her firm nod and even-more-upset look answer it undeniably.
I sigh. "My apologies for alarming you so."
She trains that look on me, and I… feel odd – guilty, somehow, and bemused, definitely.
Before I can give some elaboration, however, she cuts in with a "text" of her own. "Where is your home? Let me accompany you."
I am… taken aback, and even more bemused.
Then she adds, "It must be too much for you out here right now. If your family is okay with it, we can cool down at your place and continue from before."
But…. Home. Family. Asgard. `Oh. No.`