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Dream a Little Dream
Chapter 19: Of Course it Couldn't be That Easy

Chapter 19: Of Course it Couldn't be That Easy

Yeah, the healer can see Genny there and prolly knows what's going on, but there's a certain amount of ritual in asking and it's polite.

Polite? Can't he see he's talking to a redcap?

Oddly enough, Chago manages polite, do a degree. He checks on Genny quickly after that last bump and then moves toward the end of the wagon, nearly falling over as the trip ends and help is finally in sight. "She ones of..." he pauses and looks at Cindy then to ask "What the hell did you call her herd?" before he gets the answer, he turns back to the healer and leans in to show the earring from her horn ring. "One of them. She just killed the asshole that made the shit used on them. Freed him too." he adds with a jerk of one hand toward Shova. "Got screwed up with iron doing it. We need someone who can do better than bandages.”

Hey, for a redcap, that's polite, right?

Wyatt's rather shaggy eyebrows raise and he nods, stopping a young satyr who was trying to rush by the weird suddenly appearing wagon. "You...ahh...Brandon, yes. Go tell my woman I'm bringing home guests."

Brandon looks at the three, giving Cindy a bright smile before nodding and taking off at a dead run.

That done, Wyatt moves closer, examining the ring hanging from Chago's ear first before looking at Genny. He catches his breath before reaching out a hand, holding it over her hip. His lips turn in a frown. "I need to look closer, but this isn't good. More'n iron...something..." His head shakes, heavy curled horns looking like they could drag him to the ground if he shook too hard. Dark eyes rise back to Chago. "You are her man then?" Without waiting for an answer, he continues. "Then you may come along. Cindy can see Shova and the wagon to the inn." Wyatt gives a sharp trilling whistle, puffing up his cheeks and then blowing out creating a soft wind. It's a wind that grows, spinning around itself to scoop the incoherent Genny up, holding her gently above the ground as Wyatt turns and begins across the square, fully ignoring everyone who is staring, mumbling, or both.

Chago starts to answer and then cuts off when Wyatt doesn't wait for the answer. As he sees that things are getting done, he relaxes and nearly falls over. His eye closes a moment and he takes a deep breath while Wyatt starts the wind growing and he turns to give Cindy a very formal bow, then turns to follow the grump with plodding feet, ignoring the looks he gets as well.

"I hope she's a good cook." he mutters under his breath as he follows.

Poor Cindy...she looks so dejected as everyone leaves. She pouts a bit, but the bow helps and she moves to help Shova get the wagon seen to.

Wyatt snorts, apparently having heard the comment. "I wouldn't have married her if she wasn't, no matter how good a rack she has. Them don't last forever, a good cook...that does." He keeps Genny moving ahead of them, the wind holding her as smooth as silk. He doesn't help Chago right now, no matter how tired the Redcap is. Maybe he just wants to see how tough Chago really is. "She'll have food for us. She knows what guests means."

He comes around the corner and angles towards a smaller cottage set back a bit. There are good smells coming from that direction already and Brandon can be seen standing in the doorway talking to someone beyond.

"Good when they have both though." Chago says with a nod to Genny that almost unbalances him. He gives a low growl and drops one hand to dig his fingers into his own side for a moment to focus himself on a flash of pain. Then he follows a bit more quickly. "Maybe me and her can trade some recipes. I mostly know Mexican, and I wouldn't mind picking up more stuff." he admits.

When he sees the house and smells the food, he smiles a bit toothily. "Smells damn good already." he admits then before reaching a hand to touch anything nearby for a moment of extra balance. Yeah, he'll make it if he has to crawl, but he's not planning to show that kind of weakness if he can help it. He is a redcap after all.

Wyatt's sharp gaze doesn't miss the balance checks, and he still doesn't offer any help. "She's a... what is it she calls it. Down home cook." He sniffs the air. "Pulled pork from the smell of it and there were blackberry pies she was working on earlier." Goats eating pig, isn’t that close to canibailism?

Brandon looks up as they arrive and bows, scooting out of the way. He can't help a curious look at Chago, and a longer one for Genny...he notices the rack most certainly from the way his gaze lingers. Wyatt shoos him off and sweeps Chago and Genny into the house. It's a cute little place...the definition of cozy and it smells dang good.

The woman at the stove is kin, mid twenties pleasantly plump with good curves, but no super model. Just pretty and pleasant. As they enter, she gestures Wyatt and his burden towards a bed that's been made up towards the back, it's mostly a flat surface with sheets to absorb blood and such. A doctoring station, not a place to linger. "Everything's set up back there, Wyatt. I sent Brandon go get more water and tell the council you'll be there when you get there." Then she looks at Chago and gestures towards the thick wooden table where there's a bowl the size of a mixing bowl full of meat and thick wheat bread to the side. "I'm Brenda. Sit and start eating. Then there's a bed for you."

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Chago nods his agreement to Wyatt about the smell and he follows in, doing his best to hide the weakness from Brenda. Too late from the people outside but maybe he can fool her.

As if.

"I can wait on the food." he says as he moves to follow Wyatt instead. "I wanna be there if she wakes up. She don't always weak up good. Especially hurt. Better to have me there." It's a good excuse anyway, right?

He starts to ask about the council as he moves to follow to where Genny is going, but it's doubtful that he'll get another word out, really.

Brenda snorts, picking up a big ol' wooden spoon and gesturing at the table again. "At least take the damn bowl with you. Swallow it whole if you want, but get something down your gullet. You're fady, any fool can see that and me more than most."

Wyatt looks over his shoulder as he lowers Genny to the bed. "I'd not fight with her. She's got a wicked back swing with that spoon." He picks up a large pair of shears, cutting away the bandages, which sends more blood dripping down Genny's fur and onto the bed.

"I been hit with worse." Chago protests before he nods while giving an "Alright" and takes off his Gauntlets to sets somewhere no one will accidentally touch them. He turns and heads to get the bowl then and a small spoon. "I'll eat, but it's gotta be this way if I do." and he sounds just as firm on that point as she was on him eating.

Once he has food and the spoon he wants, he moves to settle where he can watch over Genny without being in Wyatt's way and takes the tiniest of tastes of the food. It's very slow and delicate and totally out of character for a redcap’s hunger as he starts to follow orders. "What do ya thing is wrong, Bones?" he asks with a ghost of his usual cocky smirk.

Once Chago is settled with food, Brenda heads into the back of the house, bustling around and singing as she goes. She has a nice voice, a pleasant earthy alto. The food is good, not quite as creative as Chago and Genny often go for, but it's filling even in a small taste possibly dross, a physical form of compressed magic, mixed in there somehow.

Wyatt looks up, cracking a grin. "Fortunately, phasers weren't set on kill." His gaze goes back to her hip. "But I won't lie to you. She's not in good shape. Busted ribs, bruises, wrenched shoulder, low blood pressure and her hip joint is shattered." He touches a finger to the blood and tastes it, then turns his head and spits it out, rubbing his tongue against his teeth.

Chago shivers after that first taste and his stomach growls almost as sharply as he's been known to do when upset at something. He sets the spoon aside and closes his eye to focus his control. He tears off an equally small bit of the bread and dampens it with the stew before dropping it into his maw and gulping it down. He's trying to hold to his old oath to be civilized he gave his mentor in the face of great need. Poor guy.

To buy a moment of self control, he finally asks "What's the worst?" Yeah. Not hard to see there's more going on.

"I don't know yet." There's a worried under tone to Wyatt's voice which wasn't there until he tasted the blood. "This mess..." He gestures towards the hip, "And your mouth doesn't look entirely happy either." Since someone did bite the iron bar at one time. Wyatt shakes his head, "Keep an eye on her. I'll be back in a moment. There is more I need." Cryptic much? Unless stopped he heads towards the back of the house calling for Brenda.

"My mouth will heal." Chago says rather sharply at the suggestion he needs care. He sets the bread aside and rises to move closer. "I might be a redcap, but I ain't stupid. What's in her blood?" he demands, and he moves to follow Wyatt as he starts to go get whatever it is he needs. "Tell me what the hell you need for me to help you heal her."

"I don't know, dammit." Now he does sound like Bones... "Her blood is tainted. There's iron -in- it. Whatever hit her broke, put crap inside. It's gonna take...a filter of some sort." His gaze is concerned and yet determined. "For now, we need to let it bleed, but replace the fluid she's losing so she doesn't bleed out. If we can't fix it this will kill her kill her...permanently on both sides. We have to start here and then find more information on HOW to fix it. I don't want to balm the outer wound if I can't fix the inner one."

Chago gives a small nod and a low growl. This one is more his usual self, even if he's not recovered from his stress. Something else has risen to motivate him powerfully. Again. "Tell me how to help. I'm good at research and helping find shit." Soothsay. Go figure. Then he turns back to the food. "Give me just a minute to be ready." And as soon as it's just him and Genny in the room since everyone was going to gather this and that, he gulps down the whole bowl and loaf in quick swallows. Brenda is lucky he thought to pour the stew into his maw instead of going bowl and all. He should rest, but should gets pushed aside for other concerns as it often does. Moment's later, he's chasing after Wyatt again while wiping away the spots of stew and the crumbs of bread on his top.

"Think there's already a filter made?" he asks as he catches up. "Some nocker made this kinda shit by accident and made a treatment already? I could try and locate that maybe if you heard of such a thing." Chago offers.

Strange how such motivations work. Almost as though someone out there was either toying with them, or just plain seeing how far they're really willing to go. Fortunately the food is good...definitely dross laced, much like the jerky Chago bought. Considering they're in a place of healing it's not a huge surprise. Fixing fae by feeding them among other things.

By the time he catches up Brenda and Wyatt are deep in conversation pondering how to rig up some kind of IV to get fluids into the satyr as fast as they're going out. Wyatt turns, nodding at the suggestion. "Lingering taint like this is uncommon, and it wasn’t an accident. Usually, it'll either bleed out or do killing damage immediately. The iron is bound to her blood. The last stories of that happening go back to the bastards that went after her herd. They aren’t exactly stories for the public, like most of the details of the Horror. I’ve been told they had a way to get rid of it too. A machine...but I don't know the details of the thing. The story was from when I was just a young thing. I’m not even sure such a thing exists now. Then again, I’m surprised she still exists if she is who you say she is.” He holds up a hand. “Not that I’m doubting you, exactly, but there are layers to this story I would like to understand better. And we have no time for it. We have to figure this out now. My fee is those stories later.” He's calmer now...apparently having taken some time to think and to talk to his wife. “If you have a way to research with that little information, I’d start now.”