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I sent Tori off with a slap on the ass and a smile. I figured I better fuel her up for the battle, as I sent a simple mint tea for her to give to Tarra, and the instructions of its use to help with the low pulse and weakness of her heart. I almost felt bad for Tori, as Tarra had warned of her ways with girls, but I knew my girl would be flying high all the way there as I made sure every motion of her body would be a reminder of where my mouth and hands had been that morning. That girl had a very inflated spirit this morning. I, wasn't feeling to bad myself. I told her to not come back until she had the knowledge of how to polish a tip as good as it was looking when I found them at my wagon. So after she showed me her form of polishing, I reminded her I was talking about boots. Yes, the girl had talents, but I did like a nice cleaned boot. Tori amuses me. I would never deny I loved my slave, for I do on a level even I didn't understand. She has been with me a very long time, through thick and thin. I even tried to free her once to take her as a mate and she would have no part of it. I took her collar off and she refused to get off her knees. She simply said, she can't love me, take care of me, or give herself fully or be herself truly as a mate. She wanted her life at my hands, for when I was done with it, she would be also. To me, that was powerful. Powerful enough to never think of her again as Free. That was a very long time ago. When I took Tasha as a good from a raid, she seemed very timid at first, of our way of life, of Tori, but they learned to work together, for a common cause that would be..Me. I marveled at how much Tori loved Breanna. Simply cause, she made me happy. She had been so thrilled over hearing a child would soon fill our wagon, I think she took the deaths almost as hard as I did.

Doesn't mean I don't come home to my wagons and find my girls wearing marks from each other from some slave fight they got into prior. It amuses me. Tori was almost in tears the night before when I told her I would be looking to add another girl to my chain. I was getting busier. It was for the welfare of my time and patients. Tori felt like she had failed me by being unable to keep up with the demand of checking on people every morning. I am not beyond taking time to make my slaves feel better. They are of flesh and spirit also. They are, a part of me and my life. I told her, she was still the head girl of my wagons, and with that said, now I would lay a greater responsibility on her, one to train this girl into doing what I expect. I wouldn't be offering the girl the chance to take over anything. Tori would have to do her chores, her rounds and teach. Tasha would teach her the ways of my wagons, but Tori would have to teach her the ways of my patients. With that, both girls seemed to like the thought of a new girl they could boss around. I would leave them with that. I knew I wouldn't find one soon, I was picky and I needed a girl with some healing background. Perhaps a trip to Turia was in order.

Tasha brought me my meal, which I told her to package to go, as I would be going to spend some time at the first wagons this afternoon. I let Tasha also know, when Tori returned to have her find me at the fist wagons. I had promised to check in on the woman Cana. I had various oils, and items I would need. It wasn't a long walk, and I got there introducing myself to the Warrior at the wagon. Explaining my reason for being there, and the suggestion of the Ubar for the look over. The wagon had been kept very clean, which was important. The woman was laying there, with a peaceful look on her face. She didn't look very old, but from the brief history, she had six children, birthed healthy, but had been under some stress over a missing mate. It was stated as simply, she had been sad and worried. That in my eyes equal stress. That is the worse killers of women. The true definition of loving someone with their last breath. I hope this wasn't the case. One of the pains of being a tool. I would check all her reflexes with a tap on joints and nerves, then paused, asking the Warrior if it would make him to uncomfortable for me look over her skin for sores or bruising. He told me to continue but I noted he didn't watch, but clearly was listening. For his sake instead of taking mental notes in my head I would talk out loud as I looked her over, stating the skin was dry, clear, and healthy. I could tell some of my suggestions were making him uncomfortable. They needed to be said so everyone who was caring for her would have the knowledge. I suggested he find someone to make a very light linen sheet for her. It would be easier to keep her covered and nude then bind her flesh with clothing. Make sure her hands stay at her side and not across her chest, for simple natural sweating would cause irritation in the inner creases of elbows and under arms, not to mention muscles might lock up in that position if kept there over a couple ahn's. Keep the muscle tone up with moving her arms, legs, fingers, toes, head and body twice a day. Full rotations, not forgetting any joints, from ankles, to kneels, wrist, everything, even her jaw. Keep her elevated so pressure wasn't on her chest, and lungs could move freely and keep liquid from settling in her lungs. Keep adsorbent cloths under her. She has to be kept very clean, soiling will bring rashes and infections. The main things were, to keep calories and water in her. It would be slow and painstakingly slow, but had to be done. She had a good swallow reflex, and her throat and nose seemed clear. First sign of a cold or drainage I warned to find a healer quick. Keep her skin hydrated also. Small cracks of drying will be an invite for irritations that could get infected. I left the oil, explaining it would absorb quickly and keep the skin moisturized. I left some pure mineral oil. This would be a few drops in her eyes a day to keep those from also drying out.

Next we spoke of food. I gave many suggestions, and when he was looking overwhelmed in his eyes over all this, I let him know, until Cana woke, I would have my girl Tori here to help with everything, and teach the girls how to prepare the foods. She would know how to move the muscles, and work the limbs when it was only Him on watch. That way, he wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable about violating any privacy. I think that made him feel better, though words would state, she was like a daughter, he had no fear on making sure she was safe in any form. But he looked relieved nonetheless. I told him it would be about adding calories to liquids. Don't try anything solid in any form until she could communicate by herself and was able to be kept in an upright position. I suggested vulo eggs cooked with fat, oil and broth. It would be very soupy and able to be swallowed down freely. Sugar water, thinned creams and custards. Milk and juice were a good natural form of fat and calories. If her skin starts to yellow in any hue, we might have to cut open a flap at the top of the wagon to get her some natural light.

All and all, I did let him know I was proud of the great job everyone had been doing. She looked good, and I just was suggesting things on top of what has already been done. I did save worse for last. There is a chance, no matter how much care she is given, if she stops breathing, its cause the Sky has deemed it was time. There was a strong chance of that, no matter how many healers are at her side. If he starts to notice she can no longer swallow good, or starts choking when fed, don't force it. We will get her something to make sure she is not in pain, and sometimes these moments were a gift from the Sky, she was giving us time, to say our Be Well's.

But right now, there was hope. I patted his shoulder as I walked out, I saw Tori arrive, she knew what to do without being said. I told her I would be back for a report on how things were going. I needed to go let the Ubar know of my findings.