Skinned knees and runny noses

[quitechild]

Clara had been playing when her legs had decided to give out. So she was in a heap with a frustrated look on her face. She didn't like to see her knees were bloodied up. She hates crying too so she runs a hand over her face and reaches up to the table she ended up next to and tries to pull herself up so she can go get cleaned up

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[chill_whispers]

Wanted or no, mothers have a way of knowing when they are needed. Seeing Clara's difficulties, and the signs of skinned knees, Sasha kneels beside her daughter with an expression that manages to hold sympathy without pity. "What troubles you, dear?"

[quitechild]

"It's my legs," Clara admits. Mothers always know when something is wrong. She isn't going to pout but there are tears in her eyes. "I was playing and they just... gave out. Like I got hit in the hins. They started hurting really bad and I fell."

[chill_whispers]

"Oh, my darling," Sasha croons, stroking Clara's cheek before carefully enfolding her in a hug. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we? Do your legs still hurt?"

((Eep, sorry for the delay!))

[quitechild]

Clara's small arms go around Sasha. She is happy to have one of her mothers here now. Before she hadn't been happy. Her legs do still hurt just not as badly as before.

"Yes Mom. They hurt. Just not as badly."

((It's okay!))

[chill_whispers]

"Then we shall be gentle," her mother promises, kissing Clara's forehead before carefully scooping her up. Carrying her to the bathroom, Sasha strives not to jostle Clara's legs. "What kind of a hurt is it, dear? Does it feel like one you've had before?"

[quitechild]

Sasha is very good at this. At least Clara thinks she is because there is barely a twitch of her legs. "Like... :Like needles. Like how bad the scars on my legs used to ache a long time ago when I was little. Sometimes it feels like needles still but never quite this bad. I don't remember ever falling down from it. Waking up sometimes but..."

It hurt more today.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha frowns in concern, but only while she's carrying Clara in a way her child won't see it. She pauses for only a moment at one of the intercoms to lean on the call button. "Love? Would you join us in the upstairs bathroom? Clara has skinned her knees."

Finishing the journey, she perches Clara on the counter beside the sink. "Is that alright, dear?"

[vicioussweetie]

Ali's disembodied voice comes out of the intercoms a moment later. "I'll be right there."

And she will be.

[quitechild]

Clara nods. Her eyes dart to the bathroom door way waiting for her other Mommy.

"Yes. Being on the floor wasn't nice."

[chill_whispers]

"Good. This may sting a little, dear, but I'll try not to let it." While awaiting Ali's arrival, Sasha starts gently washing the scrapes. "What were you doing when the pain came?"

((I'm sorry to say that I'm trying and failing to remember the cause of the scars on Clara's legs. Could you help a foggy-brained mun out, please?))

[vicioussweetie]

Ali arrives about then, having swung by the kitchen to get Clara a treat: some of Ali's fancy truffles. Leaning in the doorway, Ali smiles at her daughter and her wife, quickly sizing up the injuries without letting her cheerful demeanor waver. "Hey there sweetie, what happened?"

[quitechild]

Clara wrinkles up her nose but she tries to not make a big fuss. She has had scrapes before.

"I was playing hopscotch without any lines. It felt too cold to go outside."

Clara smiles at Ali happy to have both of her mothers here. How quickly does she forget that she didn't want them to make a fuss just a few minutes ago. "My legs decided that I shouldn't stand properly and my knees got skinned."

((She was in a house fire as a toddler.))

[chill_whispers]

((Thank you.))

Making a fuss and making everything better is what mommies are for, and Clara has twice the usual allotment. Sasha murmurs encouragement too quietly to interfere with Clara's explanation, drying her knees with the same care that washed them, and getting out suitably-sized band-aids. "Are your scars still hurting, dear?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh did they? Well, how about you have a chocolate, and after Sasha's done taping you up again I'll have a little talk with them to see if they won't behave, hmm?" Ali sets the box of truffles down next to Clara, then gives her daughter's forehead a kiss. "I'm sure we'll have you feeling all better soon."

[quitechild]

((No problem.))

"Could I have an aspirin?" That would be a yes. Clara doesn't like icky medicine. She looks up and nods. She did like chocolate a great deal She went for one and got one that as a little smaller for what ever reason.

"Thank you Mama. Thanks Mom." She tended to interchange who got called Mama and Mom but it didn't reallymatter because she loved them both just as much.

[chill_whispers]

It's the sort of thing that tends to even out in the wash. "An aspirin? Yes, dear, and perhaps some lavender oil as well."

Once Clara's knees are bandaged, Sasha gets her a cup of water and a children's aspirin, before getting out the little bottle of essential oil--the soothing oil isn't to be taken internally, but will be gently rubbed into her scars--by Sasha's warm(er) left hand, at least. Her right is eternally frigid, and thus of less use at moments like this.