Miro x Synovia

Miro wipes off his hands from the light bloodstains from Gulo's wounds.  He walks beside his sister to the river and washes the blood from his hands and then stands up stretching his back.  Many audible pops slip as he does.  He sighs as he looks out past the River.  "I tell you my sista, Every time one of them leaves my side they come back looking like a young child's doll, broken, battered, and atleast in Gulo's case... maybe even a little prettia."   He shakes his head and then turns to her taking notice of her for the first time.  "SYNOVIA... What happ... why didin... Synvoia why didn't you tell me you were injad.  Ameiko would kill me if she saw you now."  He rushes over to her and begins to take stock of her injuries.  His hands are warm and soft on her person as he gingerly assesses the wounds, wholy unlike the rough manner he takes with Gulo.

Synovia, not hearing him, flinches and grabs her blood covered sword, seeing it is Miro lays the sword down. "I'm fine" she says as she looks at Miro. Her whole body shaking and tears streaking her face.

Miro stops mid assessment and across to his sitting sister.  His one normal eye taking on a look of sadness.  He walks around from behind her to stand directly infront of her.  He stands there for a moment then drawing back the hood of his robes he reaches around her neck to hold her in his tiny arms in embrace.  "I know you are my sista."

At Miro's act of compassion, She losses what little grip she had on her emotions, "I have been close to death how many times since we met? I know that I can die in any of these battles. I do not fear it. Today was different. I was going to follow the plan. Draw the ogers away from camp then double back through the river, But Chuffy did not come back after setting the trap and I couldn't leave him, so I waited. Then I heard the ogers and Ever, but it didn't seem like they all took the bait, so I crept forward to see and one of them spotted me." Synovia pauses and takes a shuddering breath, " he didn't want to kill me, not at first, he forced me to the ground and he tried ..... if it weren't for Gulo he would have......." she stops and heaves a disgusted sigh. "I'm being stupid. Nothing really  happened but I can't stop thinking about what could have. But worse than that, when I think about facing a fort full of those creatures I want to run. I want to leave these people to their fate and run."  After a lengthy pause she whispers "I am a coward Miro."

Miro ceases his embrace and holds Synovia at arms length.  His eyes full of knowing pain.  "You are anyting but a cowad Syobia.  You would ave been a fool not to be afraid.  The true test lays with you now Synobia.  A cowad would ave long since run for da hills, yet you remain.  As you always do.  No matta de danga, no matta tha challenge.  You remain... to protect your family."  He pulls her to embrace again and whispers to himself.  "If only I had been so brave."   Miro again releases his embrace.  "Now I am here for you my sista.  No matta your need, but I mus tend your wounds...  I can already see tha swell of broken ribs, and your head as a rather large laceration.  Remove your shirt and let me tend your wounds."  Miro says matter of factly.

She begins taking off her shirt and winces, "You maybe right about the ribs, but the truth is I don't trust myself. all I can think about is what almost happened.The thought of walking into that fort terrifies me. What if I screw something up and you guys get hurt or die? There are two things i can't live with one of them is you dying because of me. The other ...Well it almost happened today." 

From behind her Miro begins to gingerly touch each rib watching Synovia's reactions.  At each wince a soft glow eminates from his tiny fingers slowly hoaxing the bones back into alignment and knitting them back together.  After which the glow continues as he repairs the musclular damage as he lightly massages it.  "Sinobia.... how long ave we travalled togetha.  Not once have your actions caused alam."  He continues down her back along her spine noticing some damage that would later cause Synovia the arthritis in her lower back.  A few seconds of healing later that too would be erased.   "You must stop worrying about failures that have never happened.  The rest of us have faith in you, all that is left is your faith in your self my sista.  No your legs... "  Miro says and it was clear it was not a request.  With a wave of his hand a thick mist appears between the two and the others at camp. "My only observation these past few days is that my wisdom to remain at camp may not have been as wise as I believed.  We are going to have to find a way for me to follow you all."

Hesitating only a moment, she lets Miro continue with his healing and says "Balor told me once that when we feel we can't trust ourselves, that we must trust those around us that know us best. So, I will trust you my brother. I hope you are right." She stops and thinks for a moment and gives Miro a mischievous grin, "You told me that you could make me larger; if you could make people smaller, you could shrink yourself and some one could carry you in their pocket."

Miro finishes the remaining moments of his task in silence.  Once complete he snaps his thumb and a small spark ignites on her ass.  "A pocket mage... " He says his look incredulous.  "To suffa such indignaties from my own sista."  He shakes his head and motions for her to return her pants.  "Listen Sinobia.  Balor's wisdom is very wise.  We are all family here... (If you consider Gulo that strange three legged thing the family keeps out of pitty)He mutters) and as such sometimes it is easia to see your familee betta than you can see you self.  I have faith in you Sinobia an when it comes to those creataua's.  De next time you face them,  I will be there too... and I will show them the fear you felt."  Miro looks up a dark grin on his face.  "For now there is food at the fire.  Let us eat,  MY food makes everyting betta."

"Thanks for the warmup. My ass was getting a little chilled." She put her clothes back on, grab Miro in a hug, wipes the remaining tears from her face, and heads toward the fire.

Miro smiles as his sister leaves.  Then quickly scurries back to the fire raising his voice at the party for dipping into his stew without him like an old mother scolding the kids.