Post by The Smith on Oct 9, 2013 19:53:09 GMT -5
Somehow, despite the suddenly hectic schedule that took over their lives when they arrived at King’s Landing for the coronation, Amelia was determined to make time for Oswyn’s exercises and massages. He was doing so well, and it was so encouraging to see him trying to walk with his cane, that she felt more motivated than ever to continue his healing process at the same pace.
“Don’t be disheartened, my lord,” she said, massaging him one day after he had a dismal hour of attempting to undergo his daily exercises. “Our progress is not as slow as it could have been.”
“It could faster,” he said. “And it will be so.”
Amelia concluded that vigorous physical activity – by his current standards, at least – was the best way to go about healing him. She helped him walk around the gardens of their King’s Landing home every evening, with Toffee, Tuppence, Little Maid and Little Fool chasing each other and barking whenever they spotted a rabbit. The walks in the garden were her favorite. Oswyn seemed distracted from his pain and suffering, and she found that it helped him when she laughed and talked while he quietly, determinedly exerted himself to walk.
Sometimes Theodore would join them, when he wasn’t playing with other children or at his lessons, and it was tremendously peaceful to be there in that garden with their son and their dogs. On those evenings, Amelia felt that nothing could stop her husband from regaining all his former strength and vigor.
But there were days of frustration too, when all their progress seemed to regress, and Oswyn would not even be able to get out of bed. She would massage him more on those days, stimulating the muscles and nerve endings while also easing his pain. She found that a regular combination of massage and exercise seemed to be the most beneficial.
Amelia eventually created a large pool in their house, an expensive project, but one that she thought would help him. Every afternoon, when the warm sun heated up the waters somewhat, she would help Oswyn lower himself into the pool, which was shallow enough not to be dangerous. His weightlessness in the water helped him as he exerted his muscles, and the water soothed some of the pain.
Between helping Oswyn, taking care of the household and Theodore and the dogs, and planning for the various balls and festivities that they were constantly invited to, Amelia found herself growing tired quickly. So she trained the hornhounds to take over some of her duties. The dogs guarded Theodore, and helped Oswyn move around the house when he was too weak by pulling him on a sled. Sometimes Theodore would join his father on the sled, shrieking with glee as he took the reins and the dogs dashed through the stone-flagged corridors.
Little by little, Oswyn seemed to rely on the cane less. Sometimes he would only last ten seconds without the cane, sometimes a full minute. Inch by inch, week by week, they fought hard for every small progression in his recovery. Once in a while, their master quietly warned Amelia to have realistic expectations.
So when Amelia woke up one morning to see Oswyn standing by the looking glass, and quietly taking himself in, she gave a cry of shock to see that he was standing without his cane. He turned to her with a smile. “I cannot tell you,” he said dryly. “How refreshing it is to dress myself again.”
Results:
- Amelia gains Expert in Healing
- Amelia gains Noteworthy in Hound training/breeding
“Don’t be disheartened, my lord,” she said, massaging him one day after he had a dismal hour of attempting to undergo his daily exercises. “Our progress is not as slow as it could have been.”
“It could faster,” he said. “And it will be so.”
Amelia concluded that vigorous physical activity – by his current standards, at least – was the best way to go about healing him. She helped him walk around the gardens of their King’s Landing home every evening, with Toffee, Tuppence, Little Maid and Little Fool chasing each other and barking whenever they spotted a rabbit. The walks in the garden were her favorite. Oswyn seemed distracted from his pain and suffering, and she found that it helped him when she laughed and talked while he quietly, determinedly exerted himself to walk.
Sometimes Theodore would join them, when he wasn’t playing with other children or at his lessons, and it was tremendously peaceful to be there in that garden with their son and their dogs. On those evenings, Amelia felt that nothing could stop her husband from regaining all his former strength and vigor.
But there were days of frustration too, when all their progress seemed to regress, and Oswyn would not even be able to get out of bed. She would massage him more on those days, stimulating the muscles and nerve endings while also easing his pain. She found that a regular combination of massage and exercise seemed to be the most beneficial.
Amelia eventually created a large pool in their house, an expensive project, but one that she thought would help him. Every afternoon, when the warm sun heated up the waters somewhat, she would help Oswyn lower himself into the pool, which was shallow enough not to be dangerous. His weightlessness in the water helped him as he exerted his muscles, and the water soothed some of the pain.
Between helping Oswyn, taking care of the household and Theodore and the dogs, and planning for the various balls and festivities that they were constantly invited to, Amelia found herself growing tired quickly. So she trained the hornhounds to take over some of her duties. The dogs guarded Theodore, and helped Oswyn move around the house when he was too weak by pulling him on a sled. Sometimes Theodore would join his father on the sled, shrieking with glee as he took the reins and the dogs dashed through the stone-flagged corridors.
Little by little, Oswyn seemed to rely on the cane less. Sometimes he would only last ten seconds without the cane, sometimes a full minute. Inch by inch, week by week, they fought hard for every small progression in his recovery. Once in a while, their master quietly warned Amelia to have realistic expectations.
So when Amelia woke up one morning to see Oswyn standing by the looking glass, and quietly taking himself in, she gave a cry of shock to see that he was standing without his cane. He turned to her with a smile. “I cannot tell you,” he said dryly. “How refreshing it is to dress myself again.”
Results:
- Amelia gains Expert in Healing
- Amelia gains Noteworthy in Hound training/breeding
Hope you all are well and happy.