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"She broke both legs?" asked the very large dwarf lady. "You say, jumping off a huge boulder? Hope the breaks are clean," she comments. Mundhildur, seven years old, looks at the red-blonde braids of the dwarf woman who stands well over six feet tall. She had heard of her before. She practiced medicine, and served a god Mundhi did not know. Her eyes seemed kind, though.After Zeoll helps heal her, a small sigh escapes her lips, yet otherwise, she continues to lie still on the side of the mirror which the party originally was in..
"I will examine your legs, girl. You tell me what hurts, and what does not. Your mother tells me you are brave. Are you brave, girl?"
She gives an affirmative nod, but feels some apprehension.
"Good. Now when I do this..."
"Uhnnn..." she groans.
"And this?"
The girl grits her teeth, but says nothing. The dwarf takes the other leg, the right one, in her strong hands, presses a few spots, then pulls, and gives a slight twist.
"AAAAHHHIIIiiiiii!" the girl cries out, then takes several rapid breaths, and stills her voice. Shaky, she says. "Now that one does not hurt."
The healer gives her a clean white rag. "Put this between your teeth for a moment, girl." Young Mundhildur obeys.
The woman begins to say some words in another language, runs a finger lightly over her left shin. "Can you count with your fingers?" she asks the girl. Another affirmative nod. "Good. Count to five with your fingers, like this." She holds up a first, then lifts her own thumb, index finger, and down to the small finger. "Ready? Start." The girl has her thumb and index finger up, and as her middle finger is beginning to unfold, the healer squeezes the middle of her calf, angles the leg slightly inward, then pulls out a smidge, and lets the muscles pull the leg back.
Mundhildur's teeth manage to cut through some of the cloth, but aside from some subvocalizations, she does not cry out this time. The woman says a few more words - more like a chant. A wave of warmth covers both legs. The pain disappears. The girl takes the cloth out of her mouth, and she feels her body relaxing on the table. She breathes in and out half a dozen times.
"Kara, she is fine now," the dwarf healer says to Mundhildur's mother. "Girl. Mundhildur Karadottir. Do not jump off that rock again this year. Get some training in how to jump, and land, and fall. You will grow tall only if you survive."
Mother Kara says, "Bless you, Dovana. Here, take this for your medical supplies, and by way of thanks." The healer inclines her head and accepts the small pouch.
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