Is to go away so they don't feel trapped.
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We all need space sometimes. It might be because we want to be alone with our thoughts. It might be because we are going through something we don't feel we wish to share with others. It might just be because we are embarrassed at that moment, and we don't wish that to be made worse by the moment being shared. What ever the reason for it, when someone expresses the wish to be left alone it is best to leave them alone unless they are in dire risk of their own life. When a person remains after being asked, or told, to go it is not so much a selfless act as a selfish act. We let our own desires override the desires of the one we are supposedly there to help. That became an issue today.
The Drummer made a mistake. He took too much of a medication. It is probably because so many people were speaking to him at once he did not properly hear Silken's directions. I know she was upset, because she is a Healer at heart. Despite the fact it was not her fault, of course Silken felt to blame for it. I can understand that. I can understand why Sahli was embarrassed by his error, too. The results of the error were not fatal, but they certainly left the man feeling far worse for the wear. I wanted to go to him, and I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to reassure him that he's not the first man to make an error, and he surely won't be the last one to do so either. Mistakes are just one of those unavoidable parts of life. I didn't go to him. He wanted to be alone.
Someone did go to him. I heard him, between his bouts of being ill, asking - then screaming - at her to leave him alone. She did not. She forced him to suffer not only his being ill, but she made him do so with an unwanted audience. I know this woman, and I am very sure her heart was in the right place. I am absolutely positive that the only thing on her mind was worry for him. I can understand that. I shared her worry, but I understood his desire to be alone with the consequences of his error. Vomiting is never a pretty thing. Doing it in front of an audience is even less pleasant to be sure. It is just one of those things we all prefer to not share with others, and due to the fact that I tend to vomit when another is doing so - its good that its not shared with me. I don't think she set out to be selfish, but I do think that her refusal to allow him his pride and dignity was very selfish on her part. Its hard to explain, because I do not think her a selfish person. I just think in this case she did not realize how selfish she was being.
I waited at the fire until I heard him stop being sick. I was worried, and before I went to go tend to my wagon I wanted to know he would be all right. I grabbed a bota of water to take with me to my wagon, and I had every intention of dropping it by his wagon once I had finished tending to a few things. That would give him time to put himself back together enough that he would not mind at least a brief visit to drop off the cool water. I remember my mother telling me when you've been sick like that it is important to drink a lot. I don't know why, but I've heard Healers say the same thing. I did not make it to his wagon. I get to my wagon, and there he is perched on the steps. It was a pleasant surprise even if he did have a bit of a green look to him.
We talked for a bit. I think he ended up feeling a bit better, both physically better and in better spirits. He was at least smiling a bit. We were going to have a lovely meal of broth and bread. My own stomach was a bit uneasy from the sounds of his earlier troubles. Yes, I know that's pretty sad, but its the truth. I'm a sympathetic vomiter. Oh well, that's who I am. He nodded off there on my steps. I covered him with a fur, and I just let him rest. He needed it, and if he was comfortable there I would not disturb him. I am glad that I was able to bring him a measure of comfort.
He is a puzzle this man. He is a mass of contradictions. Each time that I see him or speak wit him, each time we have a few ehn to talk I see a new facet of him. The discoveries are interesting, and they make me look forward to seeing him again. I went to put my mending basket up, and to get my wagon ready for nightfall. When I stepped back out he had gone. Maybe his little nap refreshed him, or maybe he went back to sleep more comfortably at his own wagon. Either way, I will check on him tomorrow.
The Drummer made a mistake. He took too much of a medication. It is probably because so many people were speaking to him at once he did not properly hear Silken's directions. I know she was upset, because she is a Healer at heart. Despite the fact it was not her fault, of course Silken felt to blame for it. I can understand that. I can understand why Sahli was embarrassed by his error, too. The results of the error were not fatal, but they certainly left the man feeling far worse for the wear. I wanted to go to him, and I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to reassure him that he's not the first man to make an error, and he surely won't be the last one to do so either. Mistakes are just one of those unavoidable parts of life. I didn't go to him. He wanted to be alone.
Someone did go to him. I heard him, between his bouts of being ill, asking - then screaming - at her to leave him alone. She did not. She forced him to suffer not only his being ill, but she made him do so with an unwanted audience. I know this woman, and I am very sure her heart was in the right place. I am absolutely positive that the only thing on her mind was worry for him. I can understand that. I shared her worry, but I understood his desire to be alone with the consequences of his error. Vomiting is never a pretty thing. Doing it in front of an audience is even less pleasant to be sure. It is just one of those things we all prefer to not share with others, and due to the fact that I tend to vomit when another is doing so - its good that its not shared with me. I don't think she set out to be selfish, but I do think that her refusal to allow him his pride and dignity was very selfish on her part. Its hard to explain, because I do not think her a selfish person. I just think in this case she did not realize how selfish she was being.
I waited at the fire until I heard him stop being sick. I was worried, and before I went to go tend to my wagon I wanted to know he would be all right. I grabbed a bota of water to take with me to my wagon, and I had every intention of dropping it by his wagon once I had finished tending to a few things. That would give him time to put himself back together enough that he would not mind at least a brief visit to drop off the cool water. I remember my mother telling me when you've been sick like that it is important to drink a lot. I don't know why, but I've heard Healers say the same thing. I did not make it to his wagon. I get to my wagon, and there he is perched on the steps. It was a pleasant surprise even if he did have a bit of a green look to him.
We talked for a bit. I think he ended up feeling a bit better, both physically better and in better spirits. He was at least smiling a bit. We were going to have a lovely meal of broth and bread. My own stomach was a bit uneasy from the sounds of his earlier troubles. Yes, I know that's pretty sad, but its the truth. I'm a sympathetic vomiter. Oh well, that's who I am. He nodded off there on my steps. I covered him with a fur, and I just let him rest. He needed it, and if he was comfortable there I would not disturb him. I am glad that I was able to bring him a measure of comfort.
He is a puzzle this man. He is a mass of contradictions. Each time that I see him or speak wit him, each time we have a few ehn to talk I see a new facet of him. The discoveries are interesting, and they make me look forward to seeing him again. I went to put my mending basket up, and to get my wagon ready for nightfall. When I stepped back out he had gone. Maybe his little nap refreshed him, or maybe he went back to sleep more comfortably at his own wagon. Either way, I will check on him tomorrow.
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