Welcome to Gaia! ::

"That settles that then. Isle will be you for the day." Zahara gave Piper a look with a raised eyebrow. She really wasn't going to have to define taking it easy, was she? "Relax Piper. Try not to think or move too much until I know for sure that you have no internal bruising. I can't tell just by looking at the outer edge and I'm afraid to use magic on it just yet. I want you to take today and stay relatively in one spot. I don't care if you curl up on a couch and read all day or sit by a window in your bedroom and fletch or do accounts or whatever you want to do but I don't want to see you up and down and I want you to stay away from teh stairs. Put the servants to work for you today fetching whatever you need and I"ll be around to help you in anyway I can." She nodded to the vial. "Drink that all down. It will taste better if you add it to tea or something like that." She stood and started towards the door, ready to go fetch Zykariel and move him back into the nursery and bully Sevilin into reverie if necessary. "Try to eat a little something too, that will keep your stomach from getting upset. And I mean it Piper," Turning back to show her how serious she was. "If I catch you up and about or downstairs even once, I will put you on bedrest without blinking an eye. This is your only warning." Briskly she left the room.

"Okay. Just let me know if you come up with one." He snuggled into his father quite content to lay there against him. He was so happy that Daddy wasn't all bloody and icky anymore. "Think I could maybe have one if Mr. Malik and Khai say it's okay? There's a bunch of 'em in a pen outside."

"Come on Zykariel. Time to go back." She walked over and checked the boy's arm. "Hmm, we need to get you a sling for that arm too. Don't want you using it at all or it won't heal correctly. Say goodnight to your father."

"Goodnight? But, it's not reverie time."

"For him it is."

"Oh. Night Daddy." Locking his arms around his father's neck and hugging him tightly. "Love you as big as the Underdark."

Zahara waited for the little boy to release him and then she picked him up and carried him back into the nursery settling him in bed. "Stay here Zykariel. No rough housing. You can read books or play games as long as you stay in bed, okay?" Glancing at each of the adults to make sure they had heard her and then she once again breezed back out. Heading downstairs she had some broth made for Sevilin and ordered some tea to be sent up to Piper then took that and a napkin and headed back into Sevilin's room. "Time to eat something, Sevilin. And do not protest because it wont' get you anywhere." She set the bowl down on the nightstand next to his bed and then sat down and spread the napkin out over his chest and lifted the bowl into her hand then lifted a spoon full of the liquid to his mouth. "Open."

"Aww that means you can't go see the draithix Zykariel. But that's okay 'cause you two can play with Malikhai's and in a little bit we're gonna get some food." Then she looked at Isle and grinned. "Can I help?"

An hour had almost passed and she was still attempting to find the place that she had stumbled onto the last time. The others with her were getting suspicious and she could almost feel that sword sucking every last drop of her blood as the Tier'dal stood over her laughing. She jerked her head towards them and snapped. "Rikellin, Tyrovira, nindol i'dol. Uk zhah natha usulii d' natha Qu'ellar naut ichl feir dal ghil." She took a swift left and there it was looming before her. Twilight. Glancing back at the other two who were lagging slightly behind, she glanced at the ogres. Wary of them from her welcome the last time, she said quickly, "Dosst jabbuk zhah feithin whol uns'aa lu' draa byr quivveden."

She just rolled her eyes at his defiance. Of course he thought he could. She knew better though, he could barely talk and he had taken a horrible beating. There was no way she was letting him move for a while. "Sevilin, stop fighting me. I'm only trying to make you feel better. Now, I need you to try to eat something and then get some reverie. That's what your body needs right now. I just healed your wrist from being smashed so no, I don't think you should be using it just yet. Now let me do this." When he opened his mouth she pushed the spoon in and dumped the broth down his throat.

Well that stopped her immediately. She tested the soup but didn't find it that hot then set the bowl and spoon on teh nightstand. She had it made since she knew hot broth soothed sore throats. She had assumed his throat hurt from yelling and being beat up upon, not that he had anything actually done to it. But that was no fake pain and the noise he made alarmed her more than anything else. Rubbing lightly at his back and brushing her hand over his hair, letting him recover for a few moments, she then lightly grapsed onto his shoulders and helped him sit back then cupped his jaw in her hands, her eyes full of remorse and regret for hurting him. "I'm sorry, Sevilin. I didn't mean to hurt you." Lightly tracing her fingers along his cheek in conciliatory gesture. "Let me see." She needed to know what she was dealing with. "Open your mouth and say 'ahhhh' for me Sevilin. I need to see it..."

She lightly laid her hand over his throat and pressed to see what his reaction would be, then she climbed up on her knees on the bed and gazed down into his throat. What she saw made her eyes widen in shock. The inside of his throat looked like it had been raked with acid. Swollen, puffy and irritated, she could see the burns all along his throat cavity. No wonder he had reacted so badly. That was going to be a b***h to deal with, now wasn't it? He couldn't afford not to eat, yet at the same time he wasn't going to be able to eat very easily. She gently pushed his chin up to signal him to close his mouth and slowly sat back down on the side of the bed. She hadn't been expecting that much damage and anger began to build inside her for what had been done to him. She longed to get her hands on the one responsible. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. "Well.." What was she supposed to do now? Her mind flipped through the many remedies she knew and she focused on the ones for magical and nonmagical burns. Generally a magical burn had a potion antidote to take care of its affects. She thought of the vial in her skirt pocket but still wasn't ready to trust it. "Do you still have a fever, Sevilin?" Cold water and compresses were good for burnt skin and she had a salve but the only place she could put it was the outside of his throat and she hardly thought that would do him any good. "Just nod or shake your head, don't try to speak." She rubbed at her eyes and decided to get him a milkshake. That might help soothe it a bit and even numb it because of the cold. She needed to do some research. Gods, why did this have to happen now? "Are you dizzy? Do you feel nauseous at all? Can you breathe? Does it hurt to breathe? Do you feel pressure in your chest?"

Well this was nice wasn't it? He could of told her what was wrong if he could talk...or they could of given him a pen and some paper. Though he opened his mouth to answer her questions and was just told to shut up and be simply with answers. Oh nice, more questions. Fever? yeah he still had one. SO then it was a nod yes, no no, yes, and yes. Wasn't that fun? Though he merely gave a noise that showed he was annoyed with the situation entirely and wasn't a happy drow.

Piper wasn't happy. Geez...she couldn't even go downstairs? That wasn't appealing at all. Maybe she could just have Malik carry her down and then wouldn't have to worry about it because she hadn't walked down them. Sounded good. Though her attntion turned to Isle. "Alright, we'll let you play house sitter for a bit...try not to barter us for a cow or something." Giving somewhat of a chuckle at that. Though a nod to Malik as he gave a kiss and then a serf to make sure she had someone there before he went off. A look to said help that she was to take full advantage of. "Go fetch some breakfast for everyone, enlist help as you need." Waving him off and then giving a pet to Malikhai's hair as he was having fun being interested in his new pet.

"Is daddy working again?"

"No, he just has to do a meeting really quick and then its back to vacation."

Isle nodded. "I'll do fine," Grabbing Galsen around the shoulders. "I'll make him help me so I know what's what and all. You rest up, take care of the kids with Malik, Zahara will play healer to everyone and we'll all be set to go." Though a look to Lharika and a chuckle. "Of course you can help, you need the practice anyway now don't you?"

Okay, he had a fever, he couldn't breathe, it hurt to breathe and he felt pressure in his chest. But at least he wasn't nauseous on top of it all. "Alright. Let me see what I can do. Do not get out of this bed." She left his room and ordered him a milkshake then walked into the library and began searching book titles to see what she could find. Selecting a few, she picked up his milkshake and brought it back upstairs with a handy straw and the books under her arm. Breezing back in the room, she dropped the books into a chair and handed him the milkshake. "This might help your throat a little bit but if it really hurts too bad you don't have to drink it." She returned to her chair and picked up one of those books, resting her feet on the end of his bed and began flipping through looking for a remedy that would be best for him. "Dizziness? Were you ever knocked unconscious?" She flipped a few more pages, tracing her finger down a page, then glanced up to get his answers. "Your nose is affected too and it was a big smoky cloud?" She paused for a moment and pulled out the book of spells. "Was it purple? Blue? Gray? Black?"

Zykariel's ears perked up when he heard what Malik said. The ones responsible for Daddy's condition were here? Why? Did they want to hurt him again? Well he wasn't going to stand for that. He bolted out of bed and picked up the wooden sword from the toy chest holding it rather awkwardly in his other hand and made for the door. "I'm coming Mr. Malik!" He was a part of the House too, which meant anyone who hurt Mr. Malik or Daddy was his responsibility. That's the way it had been explained, like a pirate ship.

Lharika bolted up and ran over to Isle and Arthur and took her hand. "Yay! Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll be the best helper you ever had Isle!"

She stood there and met his gaze before motioning her companions in. They came with weapons lifted. She mentally cursed the fact he was in armor, that only let them know he had been expecting them. Damn him. "Jal llar d' udossa ph' jivvuln natha aglust. Gaer zhahen draa jalukul 'zil al drill nind zhahen er'griff xunin 'zil nind zhahen della. Nind orn'la inbal neitar jivviim ukta a nintan." Then turning to her companions she glanced back to see the gate close. "Rikellin, Tyrovira, nindol zhah l' Jabbuk d'lil Qu'ellar d'lil uss udos jivviim. Uk ssinssrine biu ilhyrr."

Tyrovira held her staff and tossed her head. "Usstan an'yui ulu nau uss. Ol selg'tarnen naut vel'uss ukt jabbuk zhah xor vel'bol udos inbal xunor. Dos sila've udossa pholor natha wael's z'hind!" Clearly she wasn't happy. She sent a glare at Mirashah and glanced back at Malik without much concern.

Rikellin didn't like the way this appeared to be going since she knew that the male was never on their land in the first place but she merely glared at Malik and waited to see what was going to happen.

That didn't thrill Zykariel at all. He swung his wooden sword and glared at the serf. "It's my Daddy who got hurt and I'm a part of the House too! It's my responsibility! Mr. Malik said so!" He really didn't care that his arm was broken and he could feel an adverse magical reaction about to come on which upset him even more. "Lemme go!"

Tyrovira didn't see the meathook coming since the ogre was behind her and she repeated the drow proverb to herself before standing and glaring at her shoulder. That was going to be a b***h to heal later, wasn't it? No, she didn't care. Keeping a watch on the other ogre and prepared to react in case anything else occurred, she merely met Malik's eye and laughed, "Belbaunin a vel'uss? Nau thac'zil wun Labyrinth wund'akhen ulu jaluss, er'griff nindyn a natha valuk's ilstar xor yah's belbol. Vel'uss shinder dosst thac'zilen tlu dosst ehmtu?"