tinctures of prelude

[Sir Aman-ud-Din Ghassan Sayyid]

tinctures of prelude
«..wounds of the flesh are but skin-deep, and salves and gauzes could heal, but wounds of the heart are much too deep, and salves of spirit are in need..»

Danae Galanos- The night had proven to be a long one for many of the Isle of Skye as the Avarians had been attacked just before getting ready to set sail to thier own homelands. Destin had been a clever man in sending his men dressed as other Avarians and pulling off a clever attack that had injured many and killed more. The General was under the care of Aislin, Danae the Commander under the care of Aman-ud-Din and others under the care from Skye's people. All were under the watchful eyes of both the Duchess of Skye and the Avarian King Apollo. Danae had slept on and off during the night, nurses making rounds in checking in on her. It was unknown to her that she had had one visitor, shortly after Aman left. Now the Grecian woman was awake, still resting belly down on the bed as she was ready to get up but others advised her not to do so yet until Aman or Aislin came by to see her.

Aman-ud-Din- The night did prove to be a long one, for after tending to the Avarian, Aman-ud-Din found himself a room and proceeded to tend to himself. The same procedure he performed on himself, bathing his leg with water before carefully pulling out the shrapnel. They managed to wiggle their way deeper into his skin because of movement, but he had no choice. Treated, his leg was wrapped, fastened, and he stood. It hurt, but he did his best to ignore it. Packing his things, Aman-ud-Din went home that night, and by morning, he returned to see to Danae, making sure she was well and on the mend. As always, he was dressed in black robes and pants, tucked into the grey boots as they tapped softly against the floor with his long strides. The dark cloak swirled around his long legs like water, rippling and waving as he turned the corner and inquired as to the condition of Danae. The nurse gave him an update, and hearing that she was away, he nodded. Knocking on the door first with the knuckles of a fist, the Arab made his presence known before he stepped in and smiled lightly to the woman. "Sabah alkhair. Good morning. How are you feeling today?" He asked, setting the bag beside the bed and gazing down at her through chocolate hued orbs.

Danae Galanos- Head turned towards the door hearing the knock and eyes of ice blue settled on the Arabic man that entered. She lifted her head and body slightly, resting the weight of her torso on her forearms and elbows. A small smile to greet him as he had her. "Good morning... and I am feeling okay. Thank you... not just for asking of my condition but for what you did with removing the shrapnel." She let her eyes roam over him from head to toe, taking note of his dress and his dark features. The Commander had come across many people before but few Arabians. "And you Sir Aman-ud-Din.... how are you?" She would then ask. Her bandages had been changed during the night and would most likely need it again soon but Danae asked the nurse to wait in case Aislin or Aman needed to see things first.

Aman-ud-Din- Aman-ud-Din glanced over the woman of dark hair upon the bed, checking the colouring of her flesh to make sure that it had not paled too much, but there was still some colour and life in her face; a very good sign. Soon enough, the wounds would fade away, the only thing to remain would be a faint mar upon the flesh, something that was not hideous. Hearing that she was feeling well, Aman-ud-Din nodded, and smiled a bit more. ``That is good news indeed, Lady Danae,`` her name he learned by speech of others. ``You need not to thank me, Shrapnel can be very tricky...thanks be to God that the metal did not go farther into your body. That would be beyond my knowledge.`` He admitted, truthfully. The deeper they would have been, the harder it was to remove. Such happened to his leg, he needed forceps to pull them out, and quite painful it had been. ``I am well, thank you.`` Aman-ud-Din replied, for unlike hers, his bandages could be masked and hidden under the black cloth of his pants, however, the limp could not be. Still, she did not need to worry, hers had been far more severe than his own, and he would help, as always, in time. The bottles were taken out, as well a basin of water fetched, where he washed his hands quickly, and then turned back to Danae. ``Let us take a quick look, shall we?`` He ask asked, before pulling the sheets back and pushing up the hem of her gown only to expose her legs and the old bandages. With care, he undid them, and tossed them aside, thankfully, the nurse left the basket of fresh bandages beside the bed. ``They are healing nicely...no infections. Good.`` The Arab uttered aloud, picking up the bottle of calendula tincture and applying more of it to her wounds.

Danae Galanos- She nodded and smiled a little more. "You can call me Danae... no need for formalities and I am no lady."She smirked. "Far from it I am afraid...." She would jest lightly. As he spoke of her not needing to thank him, she gave a soft shake of her head. "No... it is not necessary. I give thanks to you and your God." She replied, taking note he had addressed only one. She assumed it was that of the Christian God she had heard of from others before him. Danae still believed in the Gods of her ancestors much like others of her people. "And I am glad to hear that you are doing as well as you are." The Grecian woman had also noted he himself had been limping and knew he must had endured some injury* himself from yesterdays events. Danae would only nod when Aman made moves to ready himself to check her wounds again. When he had, then spoke of how nicely they were healing, she was glad to hear those words. At this point, she was feeling like she would never heal. She was receiving wounds on top of wounds so quickly and she had to smile at herself for that. It reminded her of days past but took them in stride just as she would these. The Commander then let herself rest fully now against the mattress once more and her arms moved to slide under the pillow, drawing it under her some and letting her head rest again. "Do you find yourself doing this often?"She asked. "Seeing to the wounded?" Basically asking if he too was a healer, maybe an apprentice.

Aman-ud-Din- Chuckling softly, he nodded. ``Danae then. You are a Lady, I am sure many can attest to that.`` He replied. Oh she was a lady, a lady of war, a commander in a position that deserved respect, and he would do just that. Because of the position she held. He would do better in time, which was what any wound required, Aman-ud-Din knew much about the time required when it came to enduring blows and wounds. His head was still mending from the gash Aislin herself had stitched up, though raven locks of hair were covering it, and the sleeve of his arm hid the angry, healing wound from a sword, the stitching having been removed not too long ago. Once the back of her legs were wrapped snuggly, covering the wound again, the sheets were pulled back over her lower body. Aman-ud-Din was careful in reaching under the sheets to push up the gown to expose her back, the sheet still covering her rear and lower half respectfully. Old bandages were removed, and tossed away to join the other discarded cloth. ``I go where I am needed. By profession, I do not do this often, but after seeing make cuts, bruises, and bites, you learn a bit of medical aid. When you start getting old, it is a good thing to know!`` He chuckled, not afraid to jest at his climbing years, compared to some of Skye. The tincture was applied to the wounds on her back once more with the cloth evenly.

Danae Galanos- Danae had to chuckle with him as he began to address her as she had asked and then told her she was a Lady of war. She found humor in that, making her smile more. When Aman was done with her legs, she felt and senses the care and respect he was showing her and her body as he covered one area to see to the other. Danae found that odd but would not hold it against him, finding a sense of comfort in it as well as humor. Both making her relax some before he exposed her back and saw to the wounds there. "It is good to be so... versitile. Learn things as they come to you... ask when they do not. Otherwise, how is one to come to know things that are needed if occasions like these arise." She then had to glance to him over her shoulder and smiled. "Surely you are not as old as you make yourself sound. And there is nothing wrong with age...age means wisdom and wisdom means more than most could ever dream." The Commander would say. She herself was only 28, but in her 28 years of life Danae had learned a good deal and was wise in her own ways.

Aman-ud-Din- The lofty Arab was traditional, a man who was raised that to witness the flesh of a woman that was not your wife was a sin and against what was proper. Even in medical conditions, if it could be helped, modesty should be respected, not to mention carried out. Perhaps he was odd, but then again, it would only be another reason that made him stand out, something that was more than physical. ``My expertises only goes so far, had your wounds been more dire, I would be at a loss.`` Which was true. He was not a physician, he did not have the extensive knowledge that someone like Aislin had. ``Very true, Danae. Every bit of knowledge should be treasured and valued all the same. You never know. And that is why I shall give you these bottles. The garlic powder you will mix with a bit of water to make a salve of sorts, it keeps infection out and this tincture of calendula, this helps with the prevention of inflammatory control bleeding, and sooth irritated muscles and flesh.`` He informed her, putting a cork in the bottle and picking up one of the linen bandages. No, he was not quite an old man yet, but he was not so young. But was he disheartened by it? Of course not. Age was natural, and with it came wisdom. However, there were always disadvantages to age, and from time to time, they became more apparent. He chuckled as large hands carefully wrapped her back. ``I am not an old, frail man, true enough, nor am I boisterous and young. Yes, wisdom does come with age, and I am still learning something new every day.`` He replied, smirking.

Danae Galanos- The dark haired woman laid still as he spoke and tended to the wounds. Nodding in agreement with him on several things. Danae would respect the man for all he had done and in the ways he had done it. Danae lifted her head once more, looking to him over her copper shoulder as he informed her the things he had used on her, were now hers. Aman told her what they were for and how to make use of them, Danae nodding as she took all this to memory. That was one thing Danae had been blessed with other than the skills of fighting. Having a good mind and being able to remember details large or small, instructions, as well as images. That as well as her skills had played a good part in the position she held as Commander. She was of the Grecian background but also that of a ranger tribe that had thrived in the forest and mountainous lands of Avaria. Women in that tribe were not looked at to be warriors, Danae was the first. Her father had been one of the Old Talons that served under Apollo, she still had the red sash that belonged to her father amongst her things. Usually she could be found wearing it on special occasions or ceremonies regarding that of the Avarian military. "No no.. I would have never mistaken you as frail simply of your age." She said in reply as she was smiling.

Aman-ud-Din- Aman-ud-Din had a thirst for knowledge and learning. Such had been the driving reason for his arrival in Europe: he wanted to learn about the Christian religion, and what better place to learn of it than the place where it was most common? Europe. It had been hard to leave his family and the friends that he had, but he was a grown man, and needed to do what he felt he needed to do. Now, aside from that, Tahirah, the Sultan's daughter, was now in his keeping until ward came back and she would be sent home. For now, she was his ward, and just as before, he would defend her with his life. Long fingers finished wrapping her back, and tied it off. With care and being sure not to look or linger too long, he pulled her gown back under the sheets and covered her back up. The bottles would be left for her on the table, and the bag that he had carried them in was moved from the bed and placed on the floor. ``Thank you. I am not frail just yet, and do not want to rush it. The weather here in Scotland has already played with my bones and joints, now that warmer weather is upon us, my body rejoices in the heat...which is what we are accustomed to. You should be fine, and in a week or so, it will not hurt as much. Is there anything else that ails you, Danae?`` He inquired.

Danae Galanos- Danae was also a woman that took to learning things when opportunity was given. That explained her reasons for traveling as much as she had, partially. For years, she, her brother and father would go to lands settle for a time and move again. Then there for a time is was just her and her brother after her father passed. And again, soon fate would take another, leaving her to roam the many lands by herself until Roma. Danae was quite for a time as she shifted about, helping him as he wrapped her up again. When he began speaking again she would look to him as he placed the things next to her bedside. " You are welcome Aman, that is one lesson my father made sure I never was to let go of." She smiled at the memory of the man. "You do not under estimate anyone based on looks or age alone...and that has come to prove itself many times over. Especially now with our Overlord, the man was ancient, blind and is ancient, blind and still he causes the havoc you have seen." When Aman finished, she rested and relaxed once more.When the Arab asked if anything else ailed her, she could only smirk. Yeah... there was but there was nothing Aman could do about them. They would have to be dealt with on her own and in time. For now, she simply shook her head but paused. "Yes... my muscles and bones ache for relief of this bed. To long have I had to be confined to one, to gain freedom from it and now here I am again." She let her pale blue eyes settle on him again. "Please tell me I am allowed to move and walk freely?"

Aman-ud-Din- And that was an important lesson to learn; it was a shame that others did not learn of it. Too many times had he been discriminated against because of his appearance. He was Arab, he had the features of his people, and because of the Crusades years, and years ago, he was a target to hostilities. They would come as long as he was here, but he had no intention of leaving. Not everyone in the world would like you, so why bother leaving a place that he was now calling home? It would take more than hateful words to run him off. Her other wounds, that of the heart, he could not heal, true enough, for he did not know much about heartaches in the matter of love. Aman-ud-Din never found it, and with time ticking by, he sincerely doubted he ever would. It was a truth he would simply have to accept, and be glad that he at least had the little Tahirah to love and care for...until the time came for her to depart his company and return home to Pern. ``Do not strain yourself, but you are free to go. I will ask a nurse to send for your things and some better clothing to wear.`` He replied with a soft smile, before turning on his heals and striding to the door, where he opened it and finding the nearest nurse, he relayed the message and chocolate eyes watched the blonde wander off to send for Danae's clothing, ones that were not torn or tattered. Stepping back inside, he closed the door, and the tall Arab picked up the bag. ``She will bring you fresh clothes to change into.`` Aman-ud-Din informed her, knowing all too well the restlessness that came with being forced to remain in bed.

Danae Galanos- The Commander of the Ranger division was relieved to hear she could move about freely now. Strain herself she doubt she would be doing anytime as she had intentions of keeping the stitches Aislin had recently redone intact. Maahes how however had made that a difficult task yesterday given his need to fight. Unfortunately, Danae was a woman that never backed down and could have very well cost her where the stitches were concerned. She moved to sit up, being sure pull covers around her as so to respect the man's ways she had recently learned by way of observation. When he looked back to her she smiled. "Again thank you... perhaps soon we can walk within the gardens and talk more?" She asked. For it had been a long time since she could simply enjoy someone's company without jealousy being involved from another. To be able to talk freely about other things besides that of her mind and heart. It was a much needed break and one she was looking forward to should someone be willing to be a person to help aide her in that, whoever it was.

Aman-ud-Din- Aman-ud-Din tried to avoid fights when it was possible. He was not opposed to violence, for sometimes that was what it took to get some people to listen, but he did not enjoy ending another's life. It was a last resort thatseemingly became a first one. It was a sad thing to see, but such was life and he knew it well enough. He hoped that she would not do anything to strain herself or make wounds that were on the mend worse still hear fairly quick. The older you got, the slower things healed, that was a fact that Aman-ud-Din had to learn the hard way. It made him more careful of what he did and mindful. Once more she thanked him, and he smiled warmly and dipped his bearded chin respectfully. ``You are most welcome, Danae. A walk in the gardens sounds lovely, it is a wonderful place to go to decipher some rather puzzling thoughts, not to mention peaceful.`` He loved the gardens, and so did Tahirah, one of her favourite places. Aman-ud-Din had not been a former advisor for nothing. He was willing to listen and give counsel when it was wanted. He never forced views upon others, or expect them to always heed. It was a choice, such was life, and that had to be remembered. ``I leave you to your peace, Danae, and soon the nurse will be along with fresh clothes to wear. Ma'assalama.`` He said, before nodding once more and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Danae Galanos- The Commander would only nod and smile with the reply that came and already she was looking forward to the gardens. Peace was something she truly needed right now on so many levels. When Aman re-informed her that the nurse would be back soon with her things, Danae nodded and shifted in her seat on the edge of the bed. "Enjoy your day Aman-ud-Din... I look forward to our next meeting, now that we have these wounds under control and it is no longer the means behind the visits." Danae would jest lightly. When he left the room, Danae made moves to stand and move to a window, leaving the covers behind now since the Arabic man had left. Soon the nurse came with a large bag, apparently Merick had been thinking of his Commander ahead of time and already dropped her things off. Danae soon found herself in clean clothes and sandals before starting her way down the halls of the castle.

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