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strong.”
Yeah, Carla wasn’t so sure about the strong part on her side. She ignored his teasing and focused on his question instead. “I told you to call me Carla,” she chided. “What did you ask me?”
“War Mistress Lana has requested an ah-poynt-ment with us the day after tomorrow.” Chashan frowned. “I do not know the meaning of this word, but I told her we were available at her convenience.”
“Preor don’t schedule exams? Or block off time for specific patients?” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s asking for our time for an exam.”
He frowned harder, eyes narrowed. “Our females are seen whenever needed, no matter the time. Females—bearing and not—as well as dragonlets are priority. Males will be seen to after. Though males typically only need a healing warrior when they have injured themselves.”
Typical men.
“Human doctors usually have very full schedules and require their patients to make appointments. If you need immediate care, you go to the emergency room.”
“Where you previously had employment.” The healing master sneered. As if a woman working was disgusting.
“Do you have a problem with women healers, Chashan?” she snapped and then froze, wondering where the hell her sharp tone and brass balls came from.
His denial was immediate. “I only object to the conditions and men you were forced to work with, Healer Bu—“ he quickly corrected himself. “Carla. I take issue with a female being forced to work to survive. Females should be… cherished above all else. If she wishes to share her gifts, she is welcomed by the warriors, but it is not necessary in order to feed or house herself.”
Cherished. Right. Was that why Rendan had—
She yanked her thoughts from him once more. There was no evidence he didn’t cherish her. He’d just gotten angry. And stormed out. And had given her the silent treatment.
“Well,” she forced a perky tone into her voice. “What’s done is done. I get to go back to taking care of mommas and babies without wondering how I’m going to pay rent. Did Lana mention when she wanted to come by?”
“She said she finishes worshipping the porcelain god at approximately noon and should be by around one.” He tilted his head. “I was unaware of a porcelain god in Earth culture. I researched some religious texts on the way—“
Carla held up her hand, grin forming on her lips. “She just means her morning sickness should end by noon. Human women are ill in the mornings during the first trimester.”
Shock covered his face. “Is it dangerous to the dam ? Is there something to be done to heal her illness? Should I order—“
Now she held up both hands. “Whoa, slow down. It’s completely normal for humans. Unless it’s so bad she loses too much weight or becomes overly dehydrated, she’s fine. Why don’t we sit together and compare pregnancy signs? This way, if you see a human-Preor mate alone, you’ll know what to worry about and what to simply make a note of.”
She’d do it herself, but it was hard to separate her own thoughts and knowledge from the ever-impeding Knowing. She’d get confused between Preor and human anatomy occasionally, which made for some weird notes on the subject. Q and A would probably work better.
“Yes, I shall gather—“
The doors to their cobbled together medical bay parted, spreading widely to grant several Preor entrance. The area was smaller than it should be to house Preors and the ryaapir platforms weren’t fully operational yet, but apparently no one told the Earth-dwelling males to take it easy and avoid getting hurt.
Two males—one yellow, one pink—were assisted into the small space, both leaning on other warriors in order to stay upright. A quick glance allowed her to catalog the superficial wounds and darkening of skin. She visually searched for bloating or discolorations that could indicate internal bleeding as well as any odd angles to limbs though she couldn’t see their
Yeah, Carla wasn’t so sure about the strong part on her side. She ignored his teasing and focused on his question instead. “I told you to call me Carla,” she chided. “What did you ask me?”
“War Mistress Lana has requested an ah-poynt-ment with us the day after tomorrow.” Chashan frowned. “I do not know the meaning of this word, but I told her we were available at her convenience.”
“Preor don’t schedule exams? Or block off time for specific patients?” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s asking for our time for an exam.”
He frowned harder, eyes narrowed. “Our females are seen whenever needed, no matter the time. Females—bearing and not—as well as dragonlets are priority. Males will be seen to after. Though males typically only need a healing warrior when they have injured themselves.”
Typical men.
“Human doctors usually have very full schedules and require their patients to make appointments. If you need immediate care, you go to the emergency room.”
“Where you previously had employment.” The healing master sneered. As if a woman working was disgusting.
“Do you have a problem with women healers, Chashan?” she snapped and then froze, wondering where the hell her sharp tone and brass balls came from.
His denial was immediate. “I only object to the conditions and men you were forced to work with, Healer Bu—“ he quickly corrected himself. “Carla. I take issue with a female being forced to work to survive. Females should be… cherished above all else. If she wishes to share her gifts, she is welcomed by the warriors, but it is not necessary in order to feed or house herself.”
Cherished. Right. Was that why Rendan had—
She yanked her thoughts from him once more. There was no evidence he didn’t cherish her. He’d just gotten angry. And stormed out. And had given her the silent treatment.
“Well,” she forced a perky tone into her voice. “What’s done is done. I get to go back to taking care of mommas and babies without wondering how I’m going to pay rent. Did Lana mention when she wanted to come by?”
“She said she finishes worshipping the porcelain god at approximately noon and should be by around one.” He tilted his head. “I was unaware of a porcelain god in Earth culture. I researched some religious texts on the way—“
Carla held up her hand, grin forming on her lips. “She just means her morning sickness should end by noon. Human women are ill in the mornings during the first trimester.”
Shock covered his face. “Is it dangerous to the dam ? Is there something to be done to heal her illness? Should I order—“
Now she held up both hands. “Whoa, slow down. It’s completely normal for humans. Unless it’s so bad she loses too much weight or becomes overly dehydrated, she’s fine. Why don’t we sit together and compare pregnancy signs? This way, if you see a human-Preor mate alone, you’ll know what to worry about and what to simply make a note of.”
She’d do it herself, but it was hard to separate her own thoughts and knowledge from the ever-impeding Knowing. She’d get confused between Preor and human anatomy occasionally, which made for some weird notes on the subject. Q and A would probably work better.
“Yes, I shall gather—“
The doors to their cobbled together medical bay parted, spreading widely to grant several Preor entrance. The area was smaller than it should be to house Preors and the ryaapir platforms weren’t fully operational yet, but apparently no one told the Earth-dwelling males to take it easy and avoid getting hurt.
Two males—one yellow, one pink—were assisted into the small space, both leaning on other warriors in order to stay upright. A quick glance allowed her to catalog the superficial wounds and darkening of skin. She visually searched for bloating or discolorations that could indicate internal bleeding as well as any odd angles to limbs though she couldn’t see their
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