Arren watched annoyed as his master rode away. His entire body was filled with an itchy boredom. What was he supposed to do now? Just sit and wait?! Arren groaned in annoyance and stormed off, only to walk into a young child. Arren smiled. He always found children to be more interesting than adults. He smiled widely at the slightly scared child.
"Hello! I'm Arren the healer. Who are you?" He said barely able to contain his excitement.
"Keir. " the young child whispered. Arren smiled.
"Are you the son of the master of this place?" Arren asked. Keir nodded. Arren smiled.
"I wont hurt you. You are the son of my master, which puts you above me. So if I even lay a finger on you, I would be killed." Arren said in an attempt to calm the nervouse boy.
Luckily it seemed to work, as Keir relaxed a bit. Arren looked at the boy and noticed he had a scraped knee. He had probably fallen not very long ago. Not anything serious, but it would be best to get it cleaned.
"I see you've scaped your knee. Would you like me to help you with that? I am a healer after all" Arren asked carefully. Keir looked nervous at first but then nodded shyly. Arren smiled at him.
"Follow me then." Arren said and walked towards his quarters and all the herbs. Keir followed quitely behind him. Arren could see he was already well trained in stealth. Arren led Keir to a chair and watched as the young child sat down.
Arren quickly found a clean cloth and a big clump of soap. Arren usually used alcohol on adults, but soap was less painful and did the same job, it just took a bit longer, so he tended to use it on children.
Keir sat quietly and waited for Arren, while he filled a bucket with warm water. He then returned the patient young boy. Keir pulled up his pant leg to show his bloody knee. Arren cut a few pieces of soap and coved the cloth in soapy water. He then started carefully cleaning the young child's knee. Keir contained his small whimpers of pain, but it was clear to see on his face that it wasn't painless.
Arren started softly singing in an attempt to calm the boy. His voice was gentle and calm. He sang in the language from he country he came from. Arren remembered his mother singing it to him when he was a child.
Keir seemed to relax. His pained expression faded as he listened carefully. Arren sang a bit louder. It had been a while since he had used these foreign words. He hadn't sung this song for years. Arren finished cleaning the young child's knee. He wrapped it up to stop the bleeding and keep it clean. Arren finished his song as the young kid rolled down his pant leg.
"Thank you." Keir whispered. Arren smiled.
"You're welcome, young master." Arren responded.