Who: Elrohir and Katniss What: Katniss has a headache...and is probably causing one. When: Today! Where: Elrohir's Apartment
Elrohir laid out the majority supplies he'd accounted for since arriving. It was in no way an impressive spread compared to that stocked in the House of Healing, but it would certainly do in a dire situation. What it meant was the depletion of his natural energies above that of the salves and tonics he might have turned to first. No matter. It was his place to help people and it was a small price when it meant gaining the trust he'd been called arrogant to achieve. If it meant one life, even one, the difference had been made.
Forever was Elrohir a kind soul, and it radiated from the inside out as he stood in the doorway and ushered the girl in. It was the first time they had met in person, and yet he would treat her no differently than he might have his own family. It was simply his way. It was simply the tenderness of his soul. He smiled softly, gesturing her to a seat before he took his own before her. They would speak first. Sometimes it was the best method to putting a person at ease before attempting first to touch and prod to determine the cause of pain.
Sometimes, the soul was most troubled and all that followed was an afterthought to the depth of emotional wounds. "Well met, Katniss. I am glad you have accepted my help. Can you tell me first when first your headache began? Did you fall?"