082: The man who will never say thanks: Ceiro, LotC
Ceiro turned his head a little, watching as the thugs beat on the poor merchant with no shame. They wanted his coin, and the man protested repeatedly that he had none to give…it was shameful at the best of times. Frowning, Ceiro debated a moment about leaving- not getting involved was the status quo in these sort of things
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Ceiro sat in his office, looking at the boy- no, the man that sat across from him. Jordan had gone already, to prepare for the inevitable. Their mother was to be cast out, turned away from every suit and every home- and he had this one to thank for it
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He held her hands as the Doctors spoke, and smiled more when her smile started to falter. That was the only thing, in truth, he knew to do as he held her up every day. His recovery, after all, was going well. Lead poisoning was not the worst of poisoning to reverse, but it was strangely difficult to deal with a waning spirit of a dear friend.
“Smile, love,” he said softly as he leaned in toward her as if to whisper a soft secret in her ear. “Smile, and each day will get better.”
If she gave up, after all, nothing would change. She was too precious, too strong, and too determined for that- at least in his mind. So he lingered there in the hospital, long after he’d been told he could leave. He lingered and waited with her, sometimes so far into the night he fell asleep in a chair. And each morning he awoke, and he rushed her hair from her face before pressing warm lips to her forehead.
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Ceiro turned his head a little, watching as the thugs beat on the poor merchant with no shame. They wanted his coin, and the man protested repeatedly that he had none to give…it was shameful at the best of times. Frowning, Ceiro debated a moment about leaving- not getting involved was the status quo in these sort of things ( ... )
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Ceiro sat in his office, looking at the boy- no, the man that sat across from him. Jordan had gone already, to prepare for the inevitable. Their mother was to be cast out, turned away from every suit and every home- and he had this one to thank for it ( ... )
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He held her hands as the Doctors spoke, and smiled more when her smile started to falter. That was the only thing, in truth, he knew to do as he held her up every day. His recovery, after all, was going well. Lead poisoning was not the worst of poisoning to reverse, but it was strangely difficult to deal with a waning spirit of a dear friend.
“Smile, love,” he said softly as he leaned in toward her as if to whisper a soft secret in her ear. “Smile, and each day will get better.”
If she gave up, after all, nothing would change. She was too precious, too strong, and too determined for that- at least in his mind. So he lingered there in the hospital, long after he’d been told he could leave. He lingered and waited with her, sometimes so far into the night he fell asleep in a chair. And each morning he awoke, and he rushed her hair from her face before pressing warm lips to her forehead.
“Smile, my love, today is your day.”
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