Snippet #2704729

The scoff of the physician prompted the young woman to follow his gaze, letting out a soft 'oh' upon seeing the head of the house. As her new master said, Master Kenner was standing before the very wardrobe the unhappy dragon-girl had hidden herself in. Nadiya subconsciously began to wring her hands slightly in uncertainty, wondering if everything would be all right. Anton's sentiments on the matter made a shudder go down her spine (though nothing compared to how she felt around that eerie and unpleasant Chlorra). She didn't disagree with discipline, but did a frightened patient really fall under the same category as an ill-behaved child or the like? Nadiya personally didn't think so, though she decided not to say as much. Instead, she bit her lower lip, trying to calm her once more rising nerves.

Nadiya followed Anton without a word, allowing him to speak even as he offered her a book. A sizeable one as well. The young woman finally looked up at the male with a mixture of eagerness and embarrassment. It was an odd combination, but as thrilled as she was to receive the book, she was loathe to point out how little she could actually make out. To her surprise, instead of him telling her to study up, the book was shown to be quite empty of words. Before she could ask, Anton brought up the very question she was afraid to answer, though she knew she must. "Only numbers and measurements sir....plus a few names of plants..." she admitted, face flushing in shame. Thankfully, he seemed to not be particularly concerned with her answer.

The mortar and pestle was a much more familiar sight, and she gripped the pestle in her hand to feel it's weight. Before she could say any more, her ingredient was presented to her in the form of thick petals. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Anton's instructions were met with a nod, her hands already moving to begin the task. "Yes sir." She mashed and crushed the petals as she had done to many an ingredient, stopping only briefly in the beginning to pour some water into the mortar so as to properly turn the petals into a soft paste.