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Ssu took a step back at Mikaril's startled waking. The last thing she wanted was to have the healer need to stitch up a dagger wound on top of tending the ill male. A battle sense was not to be unexpected in a male after all, and she was more surprised that Mikaril did not reach for his weapon as he rose. She withdrew then, as the healer pressed forwards to see to the male in her bed. Her part in this was now over, she had nothing more to do then to get these males out of her wagon.

Still...her amber red eyes fell on Mikaril and she watched him keenly through his interaction with Kyil. So odd. So strange. This male..what was it about him? It was only as Mikaril trailed off and looked in such a manner at Kyil that it slightly clicked. He acted like a surfacer. Well, in a way. Ssu had seen pleanty of humans, and their interactions seemed in kind to the way Mikaril was acting now. Well, she supposed that comparing him immediatly to a surfacer was sort of cruel. Had she mentioned that aloud she was sure his drow heritage would flourish at that moment. Hnnn... Sense when did drow possess those human like traits? What had transpired between these two that caused it to be born? Ssu shifted around her wagon until she was closer to Mikaril. With one hand she idely twisted her robes ties while the other lifted to brush back her hair.

Kyil felt a little light headed as he stirred on the bed. As Mikaril spoke to him, he glanced up and smiled faintly. "I... was feeling a little better. But my stomach feels upset again and my head feels like it is pounding some. The bed is lovely though and I feel every ache so much more acutely for some weird reason..." Kyil lifted his hand and rubbed at his eyes for a moment before he turned to look between the healer and Mikaril. The stern looking female nodded her head and knelt down beside him. Without a word she reached forwards and grasped Kyil by his jaw. He was surprised by her straitforward manner. The healer pulled his lips open and peered into his mouth area.

"Hmm. No swelling." The healer spoke before instering a slender wood stick into his mouth. Kyil felt her poking at his tongue, and she moved it up and down. It was only when he made a slight gagging sound that she withdrew the stick and laid it to the side. "Your gums show no irritation. Your tongue is not numb or tender. There is no redness or discoloration." She continued on while pulling Kyil's head forwards. He found himself subjected to the slightly bony pokings of her fingers as she felt along his throat and then reached up to peel his eyelids back a little. He stared into her red eyes mutely and with much confusion.

The healer lifted her hand and gestured towards Mikaril. "I need to see these things you ate with him. It is possible he is merely suffering a allergic reaction to something. Still..." She tilted her head and reached forwards to slip a hand under Kyil's armpit. Kyil made a small sound of surprise and twitched as the healer pressed in against the soft flesh. "Hmmmm...."

He was flushed, she assumed from nervouseness. She knew he had to be aware of her edging in closer to him. After all, they were in a fairly small wagon, there was little way for movement. Still, his eyes remained set on his friend. Well that was fine. It wasn't like she was trying to get him to look at her..or was she? Actually she found herself taken aback with the strange realization that...despite the ample opportunities, Mikaril had not once attempted to catch a glance down her nightgown. He had not yet let his eyes sweep over her curves...maybe she was too covered up?

Inwardly she wanted to laugh at herself. Day after day, she turned away males for paying that kind of attention to her. She laughed off and avoided inappropriate grabs and smacks while inwardly seething with indignation. She did not like the constant sex hungry look in the males that flocked around her as she performed. That was why she wreathed herself in flame so often really. No male was going to risk burnt hands just to possibly cop a feel. Yet now, when faced with a strange acting male that paid her body no heed...she was getting upset about that? The flames must be addling her brain finally. She was boiling and burning all the common sense from herself. It was a sudden yelp from her bed that drew her attention back to the males at hand.

Kyil endured the less then tender handling of the healer without protest. She pressed into the soft flesh of his arm pit to feel something up in there. He was no student of medicine and healing, though he knew much about the body. He suspected she was feeling out the small nodes that would at times swell as a sign of illness. Calli had taught him to feel for them as well when applying massages to relieve bodily pain. One could not massage away a illness after all! Still, this healer was more harsh then was neccessary. Mikaril was in the process of digging through his bag when the healers hands slipped under the blanket and lower then he was comfortable. Her fingers dug into the lower section of his belly to feel around...that was..well..acceptable for a healer...but when her hand strayed lower to touch something that had nothing at all to do with inspecting him for a sign to what was wrong with him..well..Kyil could not help but yelp. "Ah-nyah!" He called out and his body jerked under the covers away from the offending hand..

The healer herself merely smirked at Kyil's reaction to her little indulgance, and she turned to snap the wine bottle from Mikaril. She paused for a second as she caught sight of Ssu's very dissapproving glare. "What?" She asked with feigned innocence, then she peered down at the bottle. For the priestess, it only took her a few minutes of study for a particularly unpleasent grin broke over her lips. "Well now...this explains everything."

Wordlessly she uncorked the bottle and tilted it towards her nose to take a faint sniff at the contents. Kyil turned a uncertain look towards Mikaril while shifting back in the bed to get a touch more distance between himself and the healer.

"Well?" Ssu prompted the healer with a slight edge to her voice. She wasn't...certain exactly why, but she had not cared at all for what the healer had done. Well yes she did. It was because she had been the target of such touchs herself in the past. Of course she was not going to be happy with such going on in her very own bed!

The healer re-corked the bottle and tilted it so she could eye the bottom of the bottle. There she lifted a finger and pointed to a spider looking image formed into the very glass itself. "This is not just a bottle of wine. You two fools have drank from a Blessed bottle." The healer's smile grew wider and the laughter crept back into her voice as she held the bottle back towards Mikaril. "Congradulations, you two males have been Blessed by Lloth. She has placed a seed into your attractive friend. Your going to be fathers. Good luck with that."

The healers eyes crinkled with amusement at Mikaril's outrage. Humor writ itself across her features and she casually flipped the hand that she had taken advantage of Kyil with towards him in a dismissive manner. "Oh hush male. You forget your place." She remarked with a smirk in her voice.

"Out...out out." Ssu grumbled at the smirking healer, and thus gaining her a moment of satisfaction as the healers mirth faltered for a second. Now that Kyil's ailment had been discovered, Ssu felt it was best to get the laughing priestess out of the room. Mikaril's outburst had not been something she felt comfortable over, and she had certainly taken note of the reaching for his weapon. She was relieved when the priestess shrugged her shoulders and dropped the bottle upon the bed next to Kyil. She rose, and with a less then concealed laugh, exited the wagon.

Ssu stepped across the wagon to quickly pull the door shut behind the priestess, and slowly turned back to witness Mikaril's upbeat attempt of confidence. He had been quiet..vocal just a few minutes ago. His anger had overshadowed her dissapproval in great strides. She had not even had a moment to really step in and berate the healer for taking advantage of Kyil. Well...she supposed she couldn't blame her. Kyil was lean and pretty. She wouldn't mind rubbing her hand over that naked chest in the least. Of course...the look on Kyils face hardly looked like he would have enjoyed it. No, she couldn't blame the healer in the least...but that did not mean she had to approve. Ssussun watched as Kyil's face flickered with a variety of emotions. He was trying to conceal them..and from the point of view of an actress, she could tell he was quiet skilled at the art of subterfuge. But his control kept breaking it seemed, thus allowing her to catch the glimpses of terror. She could see it in the way his pupils kept trying to widen, and the vein in his neck was throbbing visably as more blood rushed through it then normal, a sure sign his heart rate was up pretty high. That, coupled with a shiney dabbing at his temples and along his foreheads hairline told her his body was expireneiceing quiet the hot flash. Of course, the infared detection of her eyes had easily marked the spike of heat in his body. Yes, that would be the adreniline rushing through him.

He was absolutly terrified. Mikaril though seemed to be showing signs of worry himself..she supposed it made sense.... Ssu glanced at the door she currently was leaning upon and pressed her lips closed firmly.

Kyil himself could not speak. Not right away. The laughter of the female healer was not nearly as upsetting as seeing Mikaril so angry. It felt comforting in a way to have someone take offense for him, but she was a priestess, and Kyil parted his lips to assure Mikaril he was fine. The words died rather quickly on his tonuge. He was not too clear what Lloth would bless a bottle of wine for, not until it was she spoke of seeds and fatherhood. The blanket slipped a bit from Kyil's shoulders as he released it so he could place his hands upon his belly. Only females were strong enough to carry children. Only females were able to bare the burden that came with nurtureing and supporting another life within. They were equipped for it..not males. Not him. Not him...

Kyils fingers tightened into slight claws against his belly as his unease at being groped was quickly replaced with a terror. He was going to die....this thing inside of him was going to grow and he would not be able to take care of it. He'd die..and it would die with him. He was going to be a murderer. Kyil looked at Mikaril as he knelt beside the bed and attempted to speak to him. He heard the words clearly enough, but it was the look in Mikaril's own face that he read far more deeply into. Mikaril was scared to. He knew...he knew it too. He knew that this was not going to end well. He knew that something horrible would come of this. Kyil's hand felt limp and weak in Mikaril's own and the fingers shook unknowingly. He parted his lips a little to attempt and speak something, but for once Kyil's mind was utterly blank. He could not draw up that familar shround of false calm and happiness. It was gone..torn to shreds in the halls of House Torlyl. Left in the smouldering ruins that had once been Haellara's playroom. A adult could no longer force himself to fit into cloths he once wore as a child after all.

Ssu had watched the pair of males silently, but it was when Kyil began to cry that she felt truely uneasy. She shifted from one foot to the other when Kyil pulled his hand from Mikarils to hide his face in his palms. At least he was quiet about it. Had Kyil begun to sob it would have made this whole situation even more awkward. Ssu glanced at the doorhandle beside her and she casually touched the lock into it's place. She doubted the pair were going to bolt out the door, and it was not like they could not just lift the lock out of it's place to leave, but she had no desire to have someone poke their head in to find a crying male in her bed. Ssussun liked the rumors that swirled around her, but she did -not- fancy a rumor springing from that scene popping up.

Ssu shifted to one of the cupboards bolted to the wall of her wagon and she clicked the door open. Inside a collection of small bottles were latched by leather ties in place. Folds of scrap cloth was tucked behind and between the bottles, to lessen the possibility of them jostling against each other and cracking. Ssu lightly tapped her fingers over the bottles and eyed them critically. Five on top, eight on the bottom. She lightly tugged the ties of three bottles, two from the top and one from the bottom, and took them from the cupboard before closeing it. Holding the bottles, she crossed over and wordlessly held out a bottle to Mikaril and took a second to lightly tap the crying Kyil on the shoulder. "Here. Have a drink." She spoke in a low voice, then as a after thought added. "It's just tea and a little sugar root juice. I brew it myself and keep a stash here in case I don't feel like leaving the wagon just to get a drink. I promise theres no magic or anything in it."

Ssu stood and watched as Mikaril spoke so softly to his friend. It boggled her mind. She stared at him consol and beg his apprentice to..well..pretty much think clearly. She tilted her head to one side and merely watched with pursed lips.

Kyil could not help himself. He felt so overcome by fear. He was sick from it. He honestly felt like he was going to be sick again. He felt Mikaril's head lightly touch upon his own, but he did not look up. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and the tears simply would not stop leaking from his eyes.

Through out Mikaril's heartfelt plea, Kyil could not bring himself to look up. He kept trying to assure him. To calm him and keep him from sinkig into the despair he felt growing inside. It was the final bit of his plea though that finally got Kyil to lower his hands from his face. His pink eyes were rimmed in red with little veins marring the white within. He swallowed a dry and difficult breath. Brave? Him? "I..." He tried to speak, but the words completely died. Mikaril was...frightned...for what he may do. And frightingly enough...Kyil feared that he may do something as well. He felt the tap upon his shoulder by the bottle Ssu was holding out for him and he took it from her without thinking. He waited, as Mikaril would make the warning gesture. His mind was just so very blank. He looked down at the bottle and picked at the waxy sealant that kept the cork in place. As Mikaril would begin to coax him to drink the liquid, he pried the cork out and gace the bottle a disinterested look.

"I will..try..." He spoke with a dull toned voice then lifted the bottle to his lips. It was a fairly small bottle, and after only four swallows it was nearly empty. Perhaps Mikaril had been right. He did need a drink, and the warm tea felt good on his tightened throat muscles.

Ssu watched as both males drank from the bottles, but it was Kyil whom she kept her eyes upon. Hmmm... after he pulled the bottle from his lips, she slipped forwards and waited expectantly. It did not take long at all for the sleep spores within the tea bottle she had given Kyil to begin taking effect. Kyil's eyes became as if lead and they fell closed with a nodding of his head.

"I...feel heavy...." Kyil spoke, but his lips felt much the same as his eyes. Heavy and unresponsive. Ssu reached out to take the bottle from Kyil's hand before it slipped and tipped over onto her bedsheets.

"Best take hold of him before he falls, you do not want him hitting his head on the wood frame." She warned Mikaril.

Kyil was deep in sleep by the time Mikaril lowered his head to the pillow. His body was limp and his breathing quiet deep in a matter of seconds. Ssu paid Mikaril and Kyil no mind as she recorked the bottle Kyil had imbibed from and returned to the cupboard she had taken it from. She retied the bottle into place along with her own untouched drink before turning to look at Mikaril. His confused expression brought a faint smile to her face. Mikaril looked..rather cute when he was appearing vulnerable.

"You are right. The bottle only had some sleep spores in them. Your apprentice will be fine. Sometimes when there is too much noise going on outside or after a particularly intense show I need a little help getting to sleep. He'll be out for a few hours, then hopefully remain asleep on his own for a while afterwards." She lifted a hand and made a dismissive gesture when answering Mikarils question as to why she had done so.

"He needed it now. Not later. Your friend was showing signs of too much stress, and if he is already baring this pregnacy poorly he needed to calm down before some sort of damage was done. I doubt he'll even remember anything you have said once he wakens." She crossed the small space to where Kyil laid and Mikaril knelt. She placed her hands upon her hips and gazed down at him in a fairly thoughtful manner. "Your both exhausted. Neither of you look like you've had a decent meal in a while. You mention sleeping in a cave so I can only assume you don't have a place comfortable enough for a male that is carrying a child. You have no healer right now to see to your friend, and you have no idea what to expect do you?" Ssussun tilted her red gaze from Kyil to pin it on Mikaril with her stance remaining unchanged.

"You came here to me because you have no allies in the city. I am sure if you did you'd have chosen them over a female you briefly met on the street. Do you even have the money to pay for the services of a healer? Because I can assure you they aren't going to be cheap, and you have months to get through before your apprentice is in the clear. Not to mention the acutal birthing and the period of recovering afterwards if he survives. Do you think you will be able to pay for a healer to see him through all this time? Particularly if the pregnacy turns out to be rough? Do you have some way to keep him safe and protected?" Ssussun arched a brow down at Mikaril as she tilted her head in a almost...knowing way. "I'd be willing to bet you have no means to keep him safe and provide for him at the same time. It's the two of you alone, otherwise I am sure someone else would have come with you. I mean..." She shrugged her shoulders up and then down. "I could be wrong. You could just be waiting on someone. In which case I would almost apologize for drugging your apprentice. But I stand by my original reasoning. He needed to calm down..and I think you need time to think clearly without having to work on keeping him calm yourself."

Ssu removed her hand from her hip and gestured to the bed. "The bed is sturdy enough to hold you two, it just may be a bit cozier then your familar with. Lay down and rest a bit. The doors locked, no one will dare try and enter until I unlock it. I'm going to lay back down and catch a few hours myself before I'm needed for the show. Use this time to figure out what your going to do, because I'm sure there will be few calm opportunities in the future that will allow you to do so."

Ssu carefully crossed to the place she had been curled up before and lowered herself down upon the slightly lumpy surface. She had guessed a great deal about Mikaril and his situation based solely on his desperate appearance upon her wagon step. It seemed that she had more or less been right, for which she personally felt grateful about. It would have been hard to save face if she had been really askew in her thoughts, and Mikaril would be less likely to believe anything she said after this if she had been so wrong. Still, with only the money issue being wrong...how exactly did a male like these two hold money enough to gain her that look? Much less to be so certain they could afford a healers skills for so long? Ssussun leveled her gaze on Mikaril with only a small glance towards Kyil. Bounty hunters was out. What with the complete lack of armor the pretty male wore. And Mikaril didn't seem to be abrasive enough to be a blade for hire. An assassin maybe? A two man team? It seemed odd, but so too did their interaction. Maybe that was it though. Maybe they were assassins fleeing with their hefty pay after taking out a highly placed target? Ssu drew a blanket around her shoulders while fending off a uneasy feeling.

It certainly made more sense...a pair of assassins....Perhaps she should have kept the door unlocked after all? At the same time...Mikaril spoke far more...well... He did not sound so heartless as he spoke about taking care of his friend. Ssussun bobbed her head for him when he thanked her... That as well was odd wasn't it? How many males would actually thank a female for poking her nose into a situation that she really had no busniess being involved in? She watched him while he crawled into the bed next to Kyil and laid down. The sleeping male shifted and seemed to be rather comfortable having Mikaril lay next to him. It was hard not to imagin the two being intimate. Perhaps not physically but surely emotionally.... And the way Mikaril had looked after finding out about the bottle. There was just more here then what she was seeing. It was odd that it did not make her feel more uneasy then she did now.

"Hnnn?" She hummed softly. Her mind had wandered as her eyelids had begun to droop. She caught the mention of payment. It seemed Mikaril had noticed her interest as well huh? "Just be quiet and sleep now." She spoke after his sleep slurred words. Her lips curled a little at the corners, then she rolled over to sleep for the rest of the morning. She'd figure out just what she was doing later when she woke up.

There came a time when soneone had to wake. That someone happened to be Ssussun. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that out of the three of them, she was used to having full rest. Undisturbed and restful, Ssussun was most likely the most rested between them all. Of course, sleeping on the lumpy cloths instead of her feather mattress did nothing to tempt her into sleeping late. Ssussun stretched out on the cloths and rose. A simple glance at the pair of sleeping males assured her that they were not close to rouseing. Well...since this was the case, Ssu took advantage of this opportunity to redress in her entertainers outfit. Not like she would have cared too much if either of the males had glimpsed her anytime during her state of undress. This was her wagon, and she was used to being looked at. Goddess! Her performing outfit barely covered her anyways!

Once she was dressed up, and she had styled her hair, Ssu turned to look at the sleeping males. Kyil laid still and curled against Mikaril. He still slept pretty peacefully. Mikaril on the other hand seemed to be sweating, and his facial features portrayed a less then restful state. Well..it wasn't her concern... This had nothing to do with her. She had no obligations. She had no reason to care or get involved in the least.

Ssu knelt down by her bed and took the corner of her bedsheet. Gently she reached out to try and dab a little at Mikaril's brow. Stupid male...if he was nightmareing she supposed that was typical. But if he was feeling sick he should not have lain down with Kyil...or maybe Lloth was having a laugh and made them both pregnant?

Kyil's blissful slumber would not stay so. At the sound of Mikaril's paniced voice his pink eyes fluttered open and he began to rise. Shifting on the bed, he placed a hand on the wooden frame and lifted himself up onto his elbow. "Mikaril? What is going on?" He questioned with a note of concern in his voice. His terror from earlier had abated during his sleep, so now upon wakening he was far calmer. Though seeing Mikaril in a alarmed state, and feeling the gentle sway of the wagon was quickly undoing the calming repose he had unwittingly been tricked into taking.

Well! That was certainly a typical drow response if nothing else! Ssu leaned back a bit as Mikaril would snap to wakefulness. Just in case his hand happened to move with a blade in her direction. He did not, however. Slowly she released the corner of the bedsheet and allowed it to floop back down to the mattress. Carefully she eased back a few inches, her lips pursed into a curious expression while her brows pressed together to compliment it.

"To Undrek'Thoz? Now why would I be taking you there if I had no idea you were there to begin with?" Ssussun carefully replied. Kyil seemed to have woken and appeared as confused as Mikaril was. Ssussun stood and placed a hand upon the curve of her hip while attempting to draw herself up tall in the slightly swaying wagon.

"Calm down you two. We are moving because the day has passed and the Ringleader determined it was time to move on to another city. As far as I can tell we are on our way to Menzoberazzan for a brief show, then we shall be moving on again." She lifted her other hand and half lowered her lids.

"Before you get started with the questions." She spoke while waving that hand in the air slowly. "I did not waken you because you were both sleeping so deeply. The draught you took would have long since worn off, leading me to believe you two were in serious need of undisturbed rest. Had I wakened you before you and given you my offer....you would have left, unrested, unsettled, and uncertain about what to do." She tilted her head slightly to one side so she could glance at the locked door of her wagon. "You may have funds, but that is all you have. Gold alone does not provide. You need allies, and some form of support. You need a place that is safe for your companion to bide his time until the child comes. A healer that is easy to call upon in the case of complcations. I know that had you been awake you would have taken it upon yourself to provide these things. You would have left together and the Goddess alone only knows how you would have fared. So..."

She turned her red and amber gaze back to the two males sitting in her bed. Her hand swept towards them where they sat together. "So I did the sensible thing of course. I took the option away from you. I let you sleep longer in order to be more rested. We are now many hours deep into the wilds. Would you risk traveling back through the wilds with your apprentice in his current condition? I do not think so... So then this is my offer. You both will remain with the circus. I will allow you to share my wagon with you, this will ensure no one else messes with either of you. Your apprentice may rest as much as he needs. You both will be provided with regular warm meals, the safety of my Houses guards against anything that may threaten you, and the attention of a healer who will be informed that she will lose a finger for each inch of flesh touched inappropriately while tending to her duty.