10-23-2016, 05:44 PM
Anka was waiting for Ingrid right as she stepped out the door. She'd come to ask for treatment for headaches, claiming she was tired. She seemed a bit agitated, looking away from her as she spoke. Ingrid sensed something was amiss, but wasn't certain if she should pry into it. She'd only been gone a few minutes, far as she knew, and she had no idea what could've distressed in that time. She figured if Anka wanted to talk about it, she would... but just because she didn't want to didn't mean she shouldn't.
"Oh, it's not a bother. I'm sure I've got something for you in here" Ingrid said, trying to sound reassuring. She backed a bit into the room and said "It'll just take a second."
Near the door was a table, upon which she'd set a bag of medicines. As she was sifting through it, looking for something for Anka and considering how to ask her what the problem was, another figure arrived at the door. It was Ambrose, back from whatever task he'd set out for when they first arrived at the inn. He spoke quietly as he said he'd tried to get the mayor to give his son Fred's protection. The mayor had refused the offer. Ingrid couldn't say she blamed him; they'd snuck around the man's house after being ordered to stay away from his son. He'd have to be a fool to agree to that now.
"We'll just have to protect the boy without his permission, or his knowing. I'm sure the four of us can manage that." she whispered back. A second later, she'd found what Anka had asked for; a opaque brown bottle, small as a thumb and sealed with a cork. She stepped back to Anka and presented the vial to her. "Here, drink all of this. It should deal with the pain and help you sleep well." Noting the girl was still avoiding her gaze, she added "Is... everything alright, Anka? You're acting a bit strange."
"Oh, it's not a bother. I'm sure I've got something for you in here" Ingrid said, trying to sound reassuring. She backed a bit into the room and said "It'll just take a second."
Near the door was a table, upon which she'd set a bag of medicines. As she was sifting through it, looking for something for Anka and considering how to ask her what the problem was, another figure arrived at the door. It was Ambrose, back from whatever task he'd set out for when they first arrived at the inn. He spoke quietly as he said he'd tried to get the mayor to give his son Fred's protection. The mayor had refused the offer. Ingrid couldn't say she blamed him; they'd snuck around the man's house after being ordered to stay away from his son. He'd have to be a fool to agree to that now.
"We'll just have to protect the boy without his permission, or his knowing. I'm sure the four of us can manage that." she whispered back. A second later, she'd found what Anka had asked for; a opaque brown bottle, small as a thumb and sealed with a cork. She stepped back to Anka and presented the vial to her. "Here, drink all of this. It should deal with the pain and help you sleep well." Noting the girl was still avoiding her gaze, she added "Is... everything alright, Anka? You're acting a bit strange."