I thought arguments in the Infirm were discouraged....
Redwall Abbey Infirmary
The infirmary is quiet this day, and Nissa is minding his own business among the cots, tending to various patients with a mechanical efficiency. His pink eyes seem dull, and he is completely silent, save for the sound of his movements.
Angela comes storming into the infirmary quietly. But what she lacks in volume she makes up for with dark looks. Going over to her cabinet, she pulls out some cider and goblet. She drinks a goodly amount before sitting down and sighing heavily.
For the moment, Nissa hasn't even noticed Angela's entry, but instead, he makes his way around the cots, continuing to tend to the patients silently, sounding as though he is not even there.
Angela looks over at the otter, then sighs again, rubbing her eyes. "Nissa, come talk to an old mouse. She needs somethin' to get 'er mind off 'er troubles."
Nissaya stops right where he is, looking at Angela for several moments before slowly walking over to sit by the mouse, his shoulders rather slumped. "What's the problem?" He asks in a melancholy tone.
Angela glares at the otter. "You first." She's very unhappy today, but she seems very reluctant to share about it.
Nissaya's frail gaze turns away from Angela's at this, and he shakes his head slowly. "How I am is unimportant. I'm concerned about you." He says softly.
Angela bares her teeth, which include very hard looking rodent incisors. "I ain't talkign 'till you've told me yer troubles. Now do I have to sit on yer chest, or will ye talk on yer own?"
Nissaya finally stands, crossing his arms and looking down at Angela stubbornly. "Neither will be happening. My troubles are of little concern to anyone else, so do not let them bother you. There's a reason I keep to myself."
Angela goes to trip the otter with her staff. "Well, I'm makin' them my concern. And I see that ye've picked the hard route."
Nissaya simply steps back out of the staff's reach, being trained well enough to get out of something as simple as someone trying to trip him. "I've picked the route that focuses on why you're in such a bad mood."
Angela leaps up with surprising agility for one so old and arthritic and goes to trap the otter in a hug with her very hard staff. "And /I'm/ pickin' the route where I ain't talkin'! So speak!"
Out of the many things he had been trained to respond to, a surprise hug is not one of them, and so he makes a surprised sound when Angela hugs him, his eyes absolutely wide. "I-I'm not speaking.." He says softly, yet firmly.
Angela squeezes more tightly. "Oh, yes ye are! Now talk!"
Nissaya finally snaps, "I'm not talking, now leave me alone!" With that, both arms come up, almost effortlessly breaking Angela's grip. With one last look at the mouse, he runs out of the room, his eyes watering.
Angela bares her teeth. Great. She would follow him, but someone has to stay here and make sure the novices do what they need to. Sighing heavily, she sits down again and buries her head in her paw.
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