Fred was concerned.
His sister, Medina, had been acting funny all week, quiet and moody. Doing little else other than sewing and eating all the food. A glare off into nothing before he burred his nose back into a book. Was that a knock? No... No it was just the wind. Fred glared down at the book, reading the words but not remembering anything so he kept having to go back to the first sentence and now it was just frustrating.
A... No, was that a voice?
Fred jerked his head up and blinked at the door. Who was knocking?
Why was someone knocking?
Standing up, he fixed his shirt, pushed his hair up and away from his face so it stuck up awkwardly and made his way to the door. Usually people let themselves in. It wasn't until he got into the waiting room - a row of chairs in a hallway across from a series of doors that led to a kitchen and a reading room. A place for tea and non-sick patients to wait.
In the hallway, on his way to the door, Fred stopped suddenly.
The wave of nothing crashed through him like a wall and he pressed his hand to his chest for a moment. It was like having the air ripped from his lungs and it took him a moment to get situated. The intensity of it could mean one thing.
An Adhara.
Fred gave a shiver, his mouth went dry and he took careful steps towards the door. For the most part his demeanor was the same, except now just a little bit more hesitant. Just a little bit more careful.
Finally his hand was on the door and he opened his carefully, blinking at whomever was on the other side just as they said they had a 'problem'. "You know you can let yourself in right?" He said, smiling before he noticed the womans hand. Someone cupping something meant one thing and instantly he reached for it, gentle calloused fingers gently pushing away the hand to see...
"Oh... That looks more like a nail than anything else," Fred gave a comforting smile towards the woman. The Adhara. No special things for her then, it seemed. "Come on, you made it here, you'll have to make it to the room." Gently, Fred guided the woman to the room he'd been reading in, the book tucked off to the side. It was a bare room, a raised table, a few chairs. Supplies off to the side. There was a cabinet full of linens and fabrics which were usually enchanted to promote healing but with the woman here, they were little more than cloth.
"I'll need you to get onto the table and lay down," Fred said softly, apologetically, " We'll fix you up in no time, Honey, don't worry." And while he helped her onto the table, he went and got supplies. Gauze. Tweezers. A numbing agent and various cloths and a bowl warm water. "Why don't you tell me about yourself while I work?"