75th of Fall, 514 AV
Enthere stood outside a small wooden building, slightly ramshackle in appearance. She let out a shallow breath of air, and was surprised to see it mist in front of her face. It was getting colder. She shifted the burlap bag of medical equipment on her shoulder, loathe to go inside, or knock even. This was the only part of her job she might actually despise; house calls. Of course, even those that were to ill or injured to make it to the clinic needed healing, more than most, actually. Enthere just wasn't good in personal situations, and these events always seemed to get more personal.
The Kelvic finally summed up the nerve to knock on the door. Maybe no one's home, she thought hopefully. Though that would contradict the purpose of such a visit, and Enthere would have wasted a good deal of time. The house that she was attending was almost on the completely opposite side from the University district. Finally someone opened the door, it was an older man with a long white beard and the rough hands of a fisherman. He stared at her, looking confused."I'm from the Infirmary," Enthere said bluntly. The elderly man blinked owlishly, taking in her appearance.
"Yes...of course." He finally said, opening the door wider to admit Enthere. The interior of the house was chill and dry, barely warmer than the air outside. The furniture was stout, but well worn and smelled of dust and poverty. Enthere wondered why the Mistress had sent her here. She had told her that the patient was an old woman, who had been having a dreadful cough, but Enthere knew little else. She turned to the man, "where's the patient?" She asked, her eyes shifting to the door. She couldn't help it, the house was cold and claustrophobic and the old man made her nervous. He wasn't threatening, he was just...sad looking. Sad, and old, and weak.
Again the man's reply was slow, "she's upstairs."
Enthere stood outside a small wooden building, slightly ramshackle in appearance. She let out a shallow breath of air, and was surprised to see it mist in front of her face. It was getting colder. She shifted the burlap bag of medical equipment on her shoulder, loathe to go inside, or knock even. This was the only part of her job she might actually despise; house calls. Of course, even those that were to ill or injured to make it to the clinic needed healing, more than most, actually. Enthere just wasn't good in personal situations, and these events always seemed to get more personal.
The Kelvic finally summed up the nerve to knock on the door. Maybe no one's home, she thought hopefully. Though that would contradict the purpose of such a visit, and Enthere would have wasted a good deal of time. The house that she was attending was almost on the completely opposite side from the University district. Finally someone opened the door, it was an older man with a long white beard and the rough hands of a fisherman. He stared at her, looking confused."I'm from the Infirmary," Enthere said bluntly. The elderly man blinked owlishly, taking in her appearance.
"Yes...of course." He finally said, opening the door wider to admit Enthere. The interior of the house was chill and dry, barely warmer than the air outside. The furniture was stout, but well worn and smelled of dust and poverty. Enthere wondered why the Mistress had sent her here. She had told her that the patient was an old woman, who had been having a dreadful cough, but Enthere knew little else. She turned to the man, "where's the patient?" She asked, her eyes shifting to the door. She couldn't help it, the house was cold and claustrophobic and the old man made her nervous. He wasn't threatening, he was just...sad looking. Sad, and old, and weak.
Again the man's reply was slow, "she's upstairs."