"No, no, it's fine," Pepa replies, her cheer sounding a little forced, the cloud reappearing and drizzling a mist of rain. She pauses, taking a deep breath. "Really, Dolores seems to be okay. And in the morning when Juli wakes up, she'll fix it, I'm sure." Her tone made it clear she brooked no disobedience from, well, reality. As though she could bend physics to her will with no more than pointed words.
Bruno shakes his head, then looks at their erstwhile guest. "She hasn't been sick a day in her life--" here he breaks himself off, lightly rapping his knuckles on the table and then on his head with an odd little 'knock on wood' patter. Then he continues, "But I'm sure Julieta can do something. We trust her remedies."
It's common knowledge in the village that Julieta Madrigal heals their wounds and small ailments, after all, so he's pretty nonchalant about mentioning it.
Every time he relaxes into silence, though, Kronid's own drumming causes his eyes to lose focus slightly, and it becomes clear he's far more psychically sensitive than the woman is. The smell of brewing tea slowly wafts into their senses.
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Bruno shakes his head, then looks at their erstwhile guest. "She hasn't been sick a day in her life--" here he breaks himself off, lightly rapping his knuckles on the table and then on his head with an odd little 'knock on wood' patter. Then he continues, "But I'm sure Julieta can do something. We trust her remedies."
It's common knowledge in the village that Julieta Madrigal heals their wounds and small ailments, after all, so he's pretty nonchalant about mentioning it.
Every time he relaxes into silence, though, Kronid's own drumming causes his eyes to lose focus slightly, and it becomes clear he's far more psychically sensitive than the woman is. The smell of brewing tea slowly wafts into their senses.