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Mathilde’s place in helping Violette.
Mathilde stood up and rolled up her sleeping pad, surprised at her feelings of concern for a man she didn’t even know and her sudden yearning for him to live. He had been close to death when she had gone to sleep. His absence now confirmed her fears that he had passed away while she slept.
His injuries were so severe and his breathing had been shallow, yet she had stared at that face for several hours and she now realised that a strange, bond had formed. She had actually needed for him to recover. He was too much of a mystery to go unexplained and Mathilde hated unanswered questions. She set out to look for Violette to hear the news first hand.
As Mathilde walked into the side room which was used as a makeshift hospital, she saw Seb slumped in the corner with a mug of steaming milk and a face like thunder. Despite his grizzly bear appearance Seb could be a real big baby when he was deprived of sleep and it showed in his face now. Mathilde also supposed that he was as annoyed as her that the man had died before telling them how he had come to be so covered in wounds yet had escaped being dinner for a hungry wendigo.
“Morning Seb” said Mathilde in a low voice, not wanting to jar his tired brain with too much volume. “Where is he?”
“Huh? He’s right over there. Violette is in there too,” said Seb, gesturing towards the smaller side room running off from the hospital room. Mathilde had learnt on their tour of the settlement that it was the room that was used to hold the bodies of anyone who died until a grave could be prepared for them.
Mathilde walked to the side room to offer Violette some help in preparing the body. It wasn’t pleasant, cleaning dead bodies to send them off to the spirit world in carefully groomed condition, but it was necessary and all that they could do to help those that had passed before all chances to help had gone.
Mathilde walked into the room and saw Violette handing a plate of bread and dried meat to the man, who was very much alive. Mathilde gasped, causing both the man and Violette to look at her in bemusement. As they did Mathilde gasped a second time. As the man looked into Mathilde’s eyes she felt as if she were falling. For a second Mathilde felt that she was dreaming or coming down with a fever. She felt hot and cold at the same time and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t taken a breath for several seconds. This caused her to gasp a third time then gulp and quickly look away from the two sets of eyes staring at her. One set a violet pair identical to hers and one set the most beautiful bright blue. In the pale, serious face of man and fringed with thick, black eyelashes they were the most breathtaking sight she had ever seen. Annoyingly they were tinged with amusement at her reaction.
“You okay Mathilde?”asked Violette with a hint of laughter in her voice that made Mathilde want to pinch her.
“I’m fine,” replied Mathilde frostily, her senses quite recovered. “It’s just I thought he was dead. I mean I’m sorry – I thought you were dead,” said Mathilde as she turned her attention to the man, knowing what an imbecile she sounded and hating herself for it; hating him a little bit too.
“Sorry,” said the man with a slight smile. He spoke in English but his voice was heavily laced with a Romanian accent, far more so than Violette’s. This man was definitely a born Romanian not just someone who was raised here. His voice sounded chocolaty smooth but with a dangerous undercurrent to it. Mathilde couldn’t work out if this was purely because of his strong accent or if there actually was a streak of danger to him. He certainly looked like he could be dangerous yet Mathilde couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
“It’s okay. I mean, not okay, I am happy you aren’t dead. That’s what I mean. It was just, because you are in the side room. This room is usually for the dead.”
“I thought it would be more
Mathilde stood up and rolled up her sleeping pad, surprised at her feelings of concern for a man she didn’t even know and her sudden yearning for him to live. He had been close to death when she had gone to sleep. His absence now confirmed her fears that he had passed away while she slept.
His injuries were so severe and his breathing had been shallow, yet she had stared at that face for several hours and she now realised that a strange, bond had formed. She had actually needed for him to recover. He was too much of a mystery to go unexplained and Mathilde hated unanswered questions. She set out to look for Violette to hear the news first hand.
As Mathilde walked into the side room which was used as a makeshift hospital, she saw Seb slumped in the corner with a mug of steaming milk and a face like thunder. Despite his grizzly bear appearance Seb could be a real big baby when he was deprived of sleep and it showed in his face now. Mathilde also supposed that he was as annoyed as her that the man had died before telling them how he had come to be so covered in wounds yet had escaped being dinner for a hungry wendigo.
“Morning Seb” said Mathilde in a low voice, not wanting to jar his tired brain with too much volume. “Where is he?”
“Huh? He’s right over there. Violette is in there too,” said Seb, gesturing towards the smaller side room running off from the hospital room. Mathilde had learnt on their tour of the settlement that it was the room that was used to hold the bodies of anyone who died until a grave could be prepared for them.
Mathilde walked to the side room to offer Violette some help in preparing the body. It wasn’t pleasant, cleaning dead bodies to send them off to the spirit world in carefully groomed condition, but it was necessary and all that they could do to help those that had passed before all chances to help had gone.
Mathilde walked into the room and saw Violette handing a plate of bread and dried meat to the man, who was very much alive. Mathilde gasped, causing both the man and Violette to look at her in bemusement. As they did Mathilde gasped a second time. As the man looked into Mathilde’s eyes she felt as if she were falling. For a second Mathilde felt that she was dreaming or coming down with a fever. She felt hot and cold at the same time and suddenly remembered that she hadn’t taken a breath for several seconds. This caused her to gasp a third time then gulp and quickly look away from the two sets of eyes staring at her. One set a violet pair identical to hers and one set the most beautiful bright blue. In the pale, serious face of man and fringed with thick, black eyelashes they were the most breathtaking sight she had ever seen. Annoyingly they were tinged with amusement at her reaction.
“You okay Mathilde?”asked Violette with a hint of laughter in her voice that made Mathilde want to pinch her.
“I’m fine,” replied Mathilde frostily, her senses quite recovered. “It’s just I thought he was dead. I mean I’m sorry – I thought you were dead,” said Mathilde as she turned her attention to the man, knowing what an imbecile she sounded and hating herself for it; hating him a little bit too.
“Sorry,” said the man with a slight smile. He spoke in English but his voice was heavily laced with a Romanian accent, far more so than Violette’s. This man was definitely a born Romanian not just someone who was raised here. His voice sounded chocolaty smooth but with a dangerous undercurrent to it. Mathilde couldn’t work out if this was purely because of his strong accent or if there actually was a streak of danger to him. He certainly looked like he could be dangerous yet Mathilde couldn’t help but be drawn to him.
“It’s okay. I mean, not okay, I am happy you aren’t dead. That’s what I mean. It was just, because you are in the side room. This room is usually for the dead.”
“I thought it would be more
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