Looking away from the window at the words from the edhel, Ilwin offers a smile. "Well, I've broken my ankle, and it seems to be healing well. I'm Ilwinterhofal by the way," she says softly, as to not disturb the others nearby.'

Galuial nods and says, "I am Galuial, but let me look at you ankle. You might need a bit of help" Galuial visibly softens but not too much. Waiting for her reply Galuial racks his brain for the bone mending herb that he might need to use.

Ilwin pulls her feet out from under the blanket, laying them on top. Her right ankle is wrapped in a few bandages, a splint inside holding it straight. "I've already had some boneset, if that helps you any."

Galuial nods and looks at the ankle slightly moving it here to there checking for any abnormalties in the healing. Seeing none Galuial puts her foot gently on the bed again. Looking pensive Galuial asks "Does it hurt any other than when I moved it?" waiting for a reply Galuial stands stif like a statue.

"Just a sort of dull aching pain, but otherwise no. Unless of course I try to walk on it," Ilwin replies, her eyes twinkling mischieviously, remembering the days before.

Galuial looks at the ankle again and says, " Well its a bitt swollen so the best I can do is put a hot compress on it because the herbs are rare and used for heavy pain." Galuial pours some hot water into a ceramic bowl and dips a towel into it. After rining it out of water Galuial places it or ankle. Galuial turned to the newcomer who seems to have come out of now where says, " She broke it when falling off a horse." Sitting in a chair Galuial waits for anything to happen.

Elowyn wlks to and sits on a chair by the wall and intently studys the herbs

Ilwin nods a greeting to the newcomer, and holds the towel onto her ankle, carefully massaging it with her other hand.

Galuial sis in the chair staring into midair thinking of nothing in particular waiting for something to do...as he praticaly lives in the halls of healing.

Elowyn says, "I dont think iv been in here for o.... maybe 50 years when i was 66"

After a few minutes, Ilwin pulls out a small, unfinished basket, and begins to weave more grasses into it. She starts humming with concentration, her quick fingers moving surey and deftly. She looks up at the comment made by Elowyn, pausing in her work. "What happened then?" the elleth asks curiously.

Galuial snorts and says, " Your only 116 years old? Your petty young..." Galuial thinks of the first time he was here he was about 6...never did like rivers as much as he used too.

Elowyn says, "lets see ... ahh yes first it was I slipped of a tree I was climbing and broke my arm." grins "I was laught at for two months for lack of balance" Elowyn laughs "your not the first too call me young, iv gotten used to it"

Ilwin grins, eyes twinkling with mirth. "The first time I was in here, I was following my mother, trying to learn anything about the healing arts that I could."

Elowyn says, "iv never really been interested in herbs but I do admire the ones who take the time to learn"

Galuial watches as this continues yawning he dozes off for a little bit. Dreams of the west plauge his mind for some reason tonight.

"Yes, those of us who do take the time, must really put ourselves to it. But for the moment, I'm going to take some more rest. Fare well, until next time." Ilwin puts away her basket, and lays down again, closing her eyes.

The last rays of the sun shine through the window of the infirmary, lighting up the hall with a golden glow. Ilwin sits near the window, weaving a basket, humming quietly to herself.

Mordhrin , out of sheer boredom picks up a book on herb-lore and begins to flip through it. After some time he tires of the book and, spotting Ilwin's weaving, brings up and chair and sits behind her silently.

Ilwin continues with her weaving, still humming softly, oblivious to the edhel behind her. She is concentrating on her work so closely, that she stops humming for a moment, working through a difficult spot. Getting through it, she begins humming happily again.

Mordhrin , careful not to disturb her work, gently inserts his arms about her waist.

Ilwin jumps a bit as Mordhrin puts his arm around her waist, as she didn't know he was there. She turns around and smiles, her eyes twinkling.

Mordhrin looking into her eyes, just holds out one finger, pointing at her side.

Ilwin's eyes widen with glee, and she quickly sets her basket out of harms way. She spins around again, this time prepared, and attacks her beloved with quick tickling fingers.

Mordhrin eyes widden is surprise at the sudden attack not expecting her to take the intiative. He quickly draws his limbs in in a futile effort to stem the tide of the advancing blow.

Musical laughter bursts from Ilwin as she continues to tickle Mordhrin. She lets up from a moment, to allow him to breathe, and grins, sitting next to him on the floor.

Mordhrin mustering his strength and pushes her to the floor, not hard of course, and wraps her arms up with his left and begins to mercyless ly tickle her with the right.

Wiggling for all she's worth, Ilwin tries to escape, to no prevail. So instead, she relaxes all her muscles, and lays perfectly still, though a smile is on her lips.

Mordhrin stops tickling her, and spins Ilwin around so here legs are parallel, their bodies facing each other. He runs hir hand over her pursed lips teasignly. Finally he caresses the side of her face with his good, right hand and draws her in for the kiss.

Popping her eyes open at Mordhrin's soft touch, Ilwin smiles. Wrapping her arms around Mordhrin's body, she moves closer, pressing her lips to his gently, but firmly.

There lips meet and Mordhrin wraps one arm around her waist and the other caresses her hair.

Ilwin holds the kiss for a moment, holding her beloved close. Pulling back a tiny bit, she smiles, her love and joy lighting her face.

*Another Fadeout*