Beck didn't know what else to do. She wanted to spend time with Ciarán, but he'd been so busy training Leo that there was barely enough time left for her.
She found herself in front of the clinic, because she was tired of being in her room and didn't know where else to go. Maybe Emer needed help with something, she remembered Emryk saying how busy and hardworking she was during the time they spent in the cage. "It's Beck! Can I come in?" She asked, waiting for an answer before pushing the door open.
"Of course, dear," came the voice from the other side.
As Beck pushed in, she'd find Emer working at her pestle, grinding down some dried leaf into a powder - but as the girl entered, the wisewoman turned away from her work, her full attention shifted.
"Are you alright? Can I help you with anything?" she asked with a smile, moving to set a tin cup on the counter before even asking. "I'm afraid I don't know your preferences on tea, quite yet. Chamomile? Pine? Lemon? Oh! I have wintermint extract as well that I picked up in Allegria, I'm certain that would be lovely in a brew."
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away!
“I’m alright!” She answered right away, reminding herself that this was a clinic and when people went in there it was usually because something was wrong. “Just wanted to check if you needed help with anything.” Because I have nothing else to do.
Beck walked into the clinic, warmer than the outside and sat down at the very same stool she picked the first time she met Emer. The days and nights became colder the further from Allegria they got, and a hot beverage was always welcoming. “Whatever you have is fine. Do you have sugar?” She asked.
Emer set aside the chamomile. The girl seemed like she needed to relax, a bit, anyway, and the wisewoman didn't blame her. Her introduction to the ship had been - less than ideal, and as of yet, she wasn't entirely certain what her place was to be here. Evident in her showing up at the clinic, looking for something to do.
Busywork was the balm of the idle soul, after all.
"I do have sugar," she replied, "and enough for you to have as much as you'd like. I'm wone wish to indulge in small luxuries, after all."
She smiled.
"Now - you come seeking something to do, hm?"
Well - she'd already had a busywork in mind for Pris. Waste not.
"Do you know how to crochet?"
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away!
Beck muttered a thank you and added two spoonfuls of sugar to her tea. “Mhm.” The girl nodded when Emer asked if she was seeking for something to do, blowing on her hot tea while stirring. She blinked a couple times and looked up at the mention of crochet.
"Oh, no more difficult than - say - singing a song."
She rose, for a moment, pulling open a cabinet door to procure a bundle of yarn and a wood-handled hook. Settling back on her stool, she set the yarn before her, pulling the loose thread coming from the edge between her fingers.
"Little baby skimmer soaring high above the sea, Swooping down to ocean's edge where tasty fish must be - Underneath the water dips to taste a trout or three - Then down again into the tide to take a trout for me."
Pulling the string through the second loop, she pulled the whole thing tight, then met Beck's eye with a smile.
"Do you think you can remember that?"
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there! He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away!