Open Post.
Vera's weapons have been taken from her and from time to time her hand will close on nothing as she dreams, fingers longing for the hilt of a dagger to make her feel safe. She is surrounded by the tools of medicine practiced long after her own time, and while she patiently takes in the explanations, the IV in her arm is disconcerting and difficult to trust.
An old woman who calls herself Deliverance has been in and out, cool hands smoothing hair and bringing herbal teas that are warm and sweet and soothing and leave a little more strength behind them than she had before. The doctor, too, comes, asking questions that are both gentle and businesslike, assessing her condition and what is to be done about it.
Vera has been sleeping in short intervals, a shallow sleep full of equally shallow breaths and restless limbs tangling blankets. When she wakes -- like now -- she is silent, dry-eyed and still, thinking -- always thinking.
She is going to live. It is something she is slowly becoming aware of, a thought that throbs in her brain and will not be forgotten. She will live, though Alexis did not. She will live with Prince Paul's scars on her body. She will live. It is not a fact she is especially pleased with.
Typist: She's supposed to be resting, and there are no guarantees she'll be pleasant company, but she'd sekritly really appreciate visitors. :)
An old woman who calls herself Deliverance has been in and out, cool hands smoothing hair and bringing herbal teas that are warm and sweet and soothing and leave a little more strength behind them than she had before. The doctor, too, comes, asking questions that are both gentle and businesslike, assessing her condition and what is to be done about it.
Vera has been sleeping in short intervals, a shallow sleep full of equally shallow breaths and restless limbs tangling blankets. When she wakes -- like now -- she is silent, dry-eyed and still, thinking -- always thinking.
She is going to live. It is something she is slowly becoming aware of, a thought that throbs in her brain and will not be forgotten. She will live, though Alexis did not. She will live with Prince Paul's scars on her body. She will live. It is not a fact she is especially pleased with.
Typist: She's supposed to be resting, and there are no guarantees she'll be pleasant company, but she'd sekritly really appreciate visitors. :)