Bruises (Part 5 of 5)

Under Emissary Aurelie’s gentle ministrations, the little gnome was soon back to her pre-hoof-stomping self. Which was a relief to everyone. Most especially the small mechanical squirrel.

The scolding was not nearly as harsh as Addy had previously anticipated. Although it was indeed quite a scolding. And Addy did have to promise Nik that she would not again be quite so eager to measure the width of a full adult male tauren’s hooves by using her face as a measuring instrument.
And she conceded that it was probably not the wisest choice to attempt cross-species communications using the universal language translation prototype with a sheeped tauren (although she was curious as to what the taurhe word for “baah” was…) – as Nik pointed out, forcing the device to translate two languages simultaneously (sheep to taurhe to common) was probably beyond its current capacities, and would most likely (97.28% chance, give or take a variance of .05%) result in a short circuit…

And she had even agreed to a temporary abatement from any further participation in the defense of the forests at the behests of the Silverwing Sentinels. At least, for a time.

For the time being, at least, she decided to dedicate a greater portion of her attention to the reorganization of the copious notes on her field research thus far collected. Yes, yes indeed, that was quite a worthy task to undertake…

….but later, perhaps, she thought with a yawn. Right now, she was tired. Very very tired. Nik fussed over her a bit, seeing her to bed and tucking her in, then sat watching her drift off into slumber before returning to his workshop.

“Keep an eye on her, Spot,” he told the mechanical squirrel perched at the foot of her bed.

Spot chittered obediently.