Morrigan & Calvin | Saturday Morning
It had been a couple of long, hard days for Calvin, but he understood keenly (more keenly than nearly anyone else could) that his own exhaustion was nothing compared to those upon whom the illness had been visited. He had, at least so far, kept his mouth shut about what Krishna had told him regarding the true nature of the illness. It seemed, he thought, like dangerous information, and though he burned with anger, he found it prudent to wait to see if recovery would coincide with the next administration of the drug. If so, then it would certainly be worth talking to Krishna about what he could do to help.
He had tone his best to quiet his own anger and sense of helplessness as he walked around the ward, carrying with him a sense of calm and compassion, which he did his level best to exude to all he touched. He had sat at many bedsides before now, and this was hardly his first time in a sick ward, but there was an air of misery that seemed to hang heavier in here than what Calvin was accustomed too. The sense of loss was greater, especially in comparison to everyone's joy a couple of days before. It was difficult to watch, much less to feel -- so much weight pressing against him on all sides.
But he did his best. He had to. Be our Danu, Krishna had said, and there could hardly have been wiser or more necessary words. But a Danu wasn't just Danu to those who were Faithful. And so, not long after he arrived that morning, he knocked on Morrigan's door. A little twist of painful nostalgia surged through him as he did, this door, this room, everything so familiar. Things had not been easy between them for weeks, even after the gift she'd given him for Turning, which, in some ways, had just been more complicated for him. But that was hardly a reason not to see her, when she was sick.
He looked solemn as he pushed the door open, moving to sit by the edge of her bed, close to her bad leg. There was no point in asking how she was feeling, and so instead, he picked up the little jar of oil and said, quietly, "May I?"