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[silversnowfall]

I trust much of the panic has settled by now.

There has been a Shift that displaced some of us from our homes this past evening. We should be prepared for the possibility that it will happen again tonight, but in light of the lack of serious injuries it seems the preparations for the festival, and our lives in general, may proceed.

Unless there are other complications from this Shift?

[[ooc: ...She's really not all that different, personality-wise, huh? Fun fact, when she married Dist Saphir he took her last name.]]

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[distressedude]

[Okay, it's hard not to smile when he's getting forehead kisses. That's cheating!]

...all right. I'll rest today and take it easy the rest of the week.

[He said take it easy, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's agreeing to not working at all.]

[silversnowfall]

[she cheats out of LOVE She's on to your tricks, son, but for now that's probably the best she can hope for. After all, she didn't say he wouldn't be able to work at all, did she?]

I'll have to speak to Father Wolfwood about being more selective about who he sends up on ladders.

[distressedude]

Well, usually he has someone else up on the ladder, but they were busy with something else so I offered to help instead...

[Don't worry Nephry, even Father Wolfwood knows how clumsy Ion is. Sob.]

[silversnowfall]

[and you know better than to volunteer for things that are particularly hazardous to clumsy people.]

You push yourself so far for others...

[which is a trait to be admired, often. But when it leaves you injured and sick in bed for days...]

[distressedude]

[For a moment, Ion's eyes fall back to the ground. She may not be punishing him, but the guilt of knowing he's upset her is punishment enough.]

...I'm sorry.

[silversnowfall]

[How can she rightfully punish him for wanting to be helpful? That's no lesson at all.]

Why are you sorry?

[distressedude]

[Being helpful is one thing. Being helpful to the point of seriously injuring himself was another. Especially when this is probably not the first time they've had this conversation.]

For making you worry about me.

[silversnowfall]

Ion, I am going to worry about you no matter what you do. I'm your mother. You need not apologize for something that makes me so happy.

[distressedude]

[Somehow, that doesn't reassure him. Maybe if he wasn't so weak, so fragile, she wouldn't have to worry about him at all.]

I'm sor- ah, all right.

[silversnowfall]

[Nope, she still would. Because he's her son]

Now then. Are you willing to let me see your injury?

[distressedude]

...you want to see it?

[Mommy he doesn't care that you spent the first few years of his life dressing him, there are lines of privacy you don't don't cross!]




[...okay, he really just doesn't want her to see how bad the bruise is. Without thinking, he grips the edge of his shirt.]

[silversnowfall]

[No privacy stands when one of her children is injured. ...Well, all right, there are certain things she would refer to Saphir instead. But if it's just his side there shouldn't be an issue.]

I do. [but she would never force him to show her, and he knows that. All she really wants is to judge if she needs to take him to a doctor today.]

[distressedude]

[He knows she wouldn't, but she really wouldn't have to force him. He already lied about getting the injury and was caught, and lying about it's severity would only make him feel worse. It's not quite severe enough to require medical attention, but it is enough to give him a good deal of pain if he accidentally twists or bends.]

[He weighs this in his head before timidly lifting his shirt and showing part of the dark purple bruise on his right side, which spanned at least 5 inches. There were a few small bandaged scrapes around the area as well.]

[silversnowfall]

[to her credit, she manages not to gasp at the sight of it, just barely. But that bruise is wider across than her hand. And it's been historically best to err on the side of caution regarding Ion's condition]

That must hurt. [takes his wrist, to free him of the obligation of holding up his shirt] You should go and get your shoes.

[distressedude]

[He lets his shirt drop and frowns at the request, not moving. He knows she wants to take him to see a doctor, but if that happened, Dad would find out and then they'd both be worrying about him...!]

[He can't let that happen.]

It... it isn't as bad as it looks. [Gently, he tries to pull his hand back.] Mom, really, I'm fine.

[silversnowfall]

And you're not going to the Church in bare feet.

[distressedude]

...we're only going to the church, right?

[silversnowfall]

Your other option is to remain in bed and I will go on my own.

[distressedude]

[After a moment, he shakes his head.] ...no, I'll go with you.

[And then he scampers off to get his shoes.]

[silversnowfall]

[That always works.]