|Summary:||After Rafferdy is finished in the melee, Katrin goes to check on him. Roslyn catches her.|
|Related Logs:||Most of the Rafferdy & Katrin logs|
|It's a sleeping area for Naylands!|
|June 20, 289|
Several of the servants from the Nayland contingent bustle around Rafferdy, who has been laid on a haybed in the center of one of the tents. They have removed his maile and shirt, and are tending to his wounds. It's mostly bruising, as the hammer is not a blade, but the bruising is rather serious. In particular, they are tending to his left hand, wrapping it with a splint. There is a basin filled with water that has the faded coloring of blood and a rag in it, and the Nayland man seems to still be unconscious.
For someone of Katrin's skill, it's not difficult to shake people off her trail. It is a bit more of a challenge when they know of her tricks, however. But nevertheless, she has made a diversion to the Haigh encampment under the guise of checking on her sister before slipping her handlers and finding a dark scarf to cover both her head and face as she slides through the shadows to reach the Nayland camps. She wiggles her way through the different tents, searching for Rafferdy and once she's finally found the right one, she hovers just outside, peeking through the cracks to ensure the man is at least alive.
Several of the servants from the Nayland contingent bustle around Rafferdy, who has been laid on a haybed in the center of one of the tents. They have removed his maile and shirt, and are tending to his wounds. It's mostly bruising, as the hammer is not a blade, but the bruising is rather serious. In particular, they are tending to his left hand, wrapping it with a splint. There is a basin filled with water that has the faded coloring of blood and a rag in it. Rafferdy opens his right eye, the one not rapidly swelling shut, and he mutters something as he begins to come around.
With her scarf wrapped around her face and covering her hair so only her eyes peek through, Katrin slides into the tent. She seems to dare anyone to tell her that she does not belong here as she kneels down on Rafferdy's right side, taking a hold of his hand. "Raff, you stupid, foolish man," she says quietly, but with so much exasperated love in her voice. Nothing and no one is going to pry her from this spot.
Roslyn is someone, but she does not seem intent to pry Katrin from her spot. Instead, she moves into the tent quietly, not having to slip or slide given that this is the Nayland encampment. She catches sight of the pair at the cot, looking briefly to a servant with a calm, "Have you called for the a Maester?" Then she continues forward to them.
One of the servants shakes their head at Roslyn, "He's only been here a minute, My Lady. I'll go now." She slips out the tent.
Rafferdy manages to roll his head enough to look at Katrin. He pushes a little smirk, and says, "Did I win?" And then he immediately looks over at his hand, "Owww…"
"Shh, stay still, Raff," Katrin says, leaning forward to make it easier for him to see her. "I'm right here." Her fingers run gently through his hair. "You were wonderful, my love. Just stay still until you are seen to and they can give you something for the pain." She tsks softly. "I was afraid this would happen to you."
A polite clearing of her throat sounds as Katrin speaks to Rafferdy, Roslyn's gaze tracing softly over the pair before she speaks. "I have called for a Maester to check on you, Rafferdy. Does anything feel broken?" she questions.
Rafferdy looks back at Katrin, again, a little smile on his lips. "I'm sorry… About Father… That we can't…" He sighs, and slowly closes his eye, groaning a little, before opening it again. To Roslyn, he answers, "My heart…" Then he laughs just a little, wincing as he does, "Too poetic?" He grins again, and offers "My hand, I think."
The clearing of throat makes Katrin look back. Oops. Busted. Well, it was bound to happen anyway. She just looks back to Rafferdy, shaking her head and smiling sadly. "Hush, Raff. Don't think on that now," she says gently. Her fingers continue to play gently through his hair, thumb rubbing across his forehead. "Lady Roslyn," she greets quietly.
"Perhaps a touch melodramatic, but we shall see to your hand," Roslyn answers with a light hint of humor to the words, her gaze drawing to Katrin as she offers a polite smile and a tip of her head. "Lady Katrin, you look beautiful today."
Rafferdy nods a bit, "She does… She always does," he responds to Roslyn. He exhales, "My hand really hurts," he shares again, and then looks back at Katrin. "I'm alright. I am."
"Thank you, Lady Roslyn," Katrin replies a bit stiffly. "I don't care what scandal it causes. I will not leave him tonight. So you can go and tell Rosanna whatever you want, I just don't care anymore." Rafferdy gets a warm smile. "It will be alright, Raff. The Maester will fix you up."
Roslyn nods understandingly, all soft neutrality before she says gently, "But, I care, Lady Katrin. And if you care for him, you would not cause my brother's name to be bandied about so." She glances towards Rafferdy, quiet apology written in her expression. "Though, I am sure, you can stay for an entirely appropriate visit with my lord brother, chaperoned by his own sister."
Rafferdy is perhaps in just enough pain to not mind his words. He turns his bruised neck a bit to look at his sister, "You know, Riordan is why she and I can't marry. Father's pissed… I'm not good enough, again…" He sighs, and swallows, looking at the tent above him. "I'm not a liar, Ros… Regardless of what he thinks, I told only one servant… I couldn't tell more than one… he only brought one." He closes his eyes, "He's ruined my life." He swallows again, the bruising turning his neck dark. "I think… I think it's hard to swallow…"
Tears well up in Katrin's eyes, but she blinks them back, shaking her head. "Don't think on it now, Raff. Just focus yourself on getting well again. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't…" She shakes her head again, tightening her hold on Rafferdy's hand. "I love him, Lady Roslyn. Do not ever think any differently. He is the most important thing in my life. Until I am certain he will be alright, I will not leave."
"Father will not agree? Let me speak with him as soon as I return to the Mire, and I shall make him see reason, Rafferdy," Roslyn assures, her gaze tracking back to Katrin with care as she speaks. "Then do not cause his reputation any more harm. I will attempt to have our father see reason, but you staying in his tent overnight while a Mallister still fights on the field with your favor?" There is a hint of reproach to her words, softened by a warmth of sympathy. "Stay, for as long as appropriate. It was only a melee, and he shall recover."
Rafferdy shakes his head, "Father agreed… Lord Haigh turned it down… said we were crazy because of how Riordan runs Stonebridge… Father's pissed I wasn't good enough for the Haighs…" He keeps his eyes closed now, and says softer, "I'll be alright, Kat… Love you…" He sighs, and then adds, "Ow." Another sigh, "It's broke. I know it's broke. I'm an archer with a broke hand…"
"It will heal, my love," Katrin promises. "Your hand will not be broken forever." She looks on to Roslyn with a hint of apology in her eyes. "You are right. I just…" She looks back at Rafferdy. "My chances to see him are so few and will grow grew until we cannot see each other at all." She leans in, pressing a kiss to the male Nayland's forehead. "It's alright, my love. It will all be alright."
Roslyn is not above being moved by words, making a sound of disappointment at Rafferdy's explanation. "Oh," she begins quietly, "Oh, there is little I can do for that, though I shall speak to father that it is not your fault." Her lips pull into a frown, her gaze tracing over the two as she smoothes her hands over her skirts in a thoughtful gesture. With sudden resolution, she dismisses the servants, adding to the last that they do not need the Maester for a while yet. "I shall slip out from there," a nod to the back of the tent, "and no one shall be any wiser. They will think I still chaperone you, and you may have time together before you are forced apart without causing either of our families scandal."
Rafferdy looks at Katrin and he smiles at her. "I'm glad you're here." He nods a little, "Thanks Ros…" He stares into Katrin's eyes a long moment, and then closes his eyes once more.
"Thank you, Lady Roslyn," Katrin says quietly and she just settles herself more comfortably against the pallet, leaning gently against Rafferdy. Her head nestles down on his shoulder and she falls silent. "Just rest, my love. I will stay with you for as long as I am able," she promises.
Silently nodding, Roslyn moves to the back of the tent, lifting and slipping out from there awkwardly. Really awkwardly in skirts. But she manages.