(OOC: Set in 1107, written by Russ Phillips)
Sheyna squeezed the sore gently and examined the yellow pus that oozed out. The young lad was obviously concerned, but tried to hide it behind an uncertain smile.
"It’s nothing serious", said Sheyna, in her most calming voice. "You’ll be in here for a few days, but you should be able to go home soon." She looked up as a woman came into the ward, and headed towards her.
"I’m his mother" said the woman "What’s wrong with him? Will he be all right?"
"He’ll be fine. We’ll need to keep an eye on him for a while, but you should be able to take him home in a few days"
The woman looked relieved, then a frown came over her face. "I know you. You’re Sheyna Darkleaf"
Sheyna sighed. She knew what was coming next. She started to guide the woman out of the ward, so at least the children in the ward wouldn’t hear it. Outside, she turned to the woman and offered her hand. "Yes, I’m Sheyna Darkleaf"
The hand was ignored. "How can I trust you with my son? You’re a traitor!"
The response was calm and measured. "The charges of treason were dropped at my trial. I’m still serving my sentence for the other charges, that’s why I’m no longer High Healer. But I would never harm your son, or any other Lion, child or adult. Your son’s disease has been seen before. It doesn’t respond to channelling, we don’t know why. Every patient has recovered after a period of bed rest, and your son has spirit, so it’s unlikely he’ll need to be here more than a few days. If you really object to my treating your son, or working here, then I suggest you talk to the High Healer."
"I don’t see that there’s much point in that. If he doesn’t already know you’re not fit to be here, then he’s too stupid to hold any sort of position, and he obviously won’t listen to me. I’m just a farmer’s wife. Whatever happened to the likes of Sister Bethanie and Midir, that’s what I want to know."
Sheyna forced herself to remain calm. "I promise you, I only want to help your son get better. If you have an issue with me, the only thing I can suggest is that you talk to the High Healer. I’m not going to stop working here unless I’m forced to. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really should get back to my patients"
With that, the healer turned and walked back into the ward, wondering if these people would ever trust her.