"No need to cry, my dear. I'll be fine. I've had worse tumbling with the wrestler's here. You should have seen me one day, casts on my arms, flailing about, whole body in bandages. I couldn't move for a week, they turned me into some sort of mummy. That was worse than this. Just a few bumps and bruises... and a broken nose. I'm afraid I won't be very handsome anymore..."
Skye listened while she sobbed quietly and managed a small giggle at the image of him mummified in bandages. It was an amusing picture, "I wish I could have seen that," she teased as she wiped away her tears and drew deep breaths at last to calm herself.
Examining him quietly she tipped her head slightly as if to get a better look at him, her gaze thoughtful for a long moment before she spoke again, "You've got a very straight nose, as long as the doctor sets it properly it really shouldn't show much that it was broken. If it does then I'm inclined to think that most will find the break dashing and not think it ruins your good looks at all. After all you got it trying to save a friend from harm which is quite heroic even if it was slightly foolish considering how many gaurds are posted all over this place."
She could resist that final tease though her eyes darted to the Queen to see if she would be chastized for it. After all the woman's son was laying there in pain and Skye had just called him a fool...a heroic fool, but a fool all the same. Instead of annoyance or anger Skye was startled to see amusement and a smile on the older woman's face. Returning the smile she rose from where she knelt beside David's bed and moved to the side a bit.
"Forgive me Queen Beatrix, I shouldn't have gotten in the way of you reaching your sons bedside."
"Call me Bea in private dear and I won't censure you for rushing to the side of your betrothed when I can see quite clearly that he isn't in mortal danger."
Skye smiled warmly but felt a blush color her cheeks when the Queen mentioned the betrothal. She really hadn't given it much thought but the fact was she didn't know if she would marry David. He was kind and handsome but she simply didn't know him....she certainly didn't love him. He'd said he'd loved her all her life but she couldn't say the same to him when she'd only just met him. She wouldn't say that she absolutly wouldn't marry him but she wouldn't say that she would either.
Excusing herself she left the Queen and her son to talk and as she stepped into the hall was brought up short by a strange man in the hallway moving toward the bedchamber. Standing in front of the door she blocked his path demanding to know who he was.
"I'm one of the palace doctors you silly chit now get out of my way before I have the gaurds move you!" he snapped at her which startled Skye. No one had been blatantly rude to her here so this was a first.
"All you had to say was that you were the doctor. There's no need to be rude. Be careful when you set his nose, it's the worst of the wounds the rest need cleaning but none will require stitching," turning on her heel she headed toward her own room to change. It was going to be a long night and she wanted her own clothes for it.
Skye listened while she sobbed quietly and managed a small giggle at the image of him mummified in bandages. It was an amusing picture, "I wish I could have seen that," she teased as she wiped away her tears and drew deep breaths at last to calm herself.
Examining him quietly she tipped her head slightly as if to get a better look at him, her gaze thoughtful for a long moment before she spoke again, "You've got a very straight nose, as long as the doctor sets it properly it really shouldn't show much that it was broken. If it does then I'm inclined to think that most will find the break dashing and not think it ruins your good looks at all. After all you got it trying to save a friend from harm which is quite heroic even if it was slightly foolish considering how many gaurds are posted all over this place."
She could resist that final tease though her eyes darted to the Queen to see if she would be chastized for it. After all the woman's son was laying there in pain and Skye had just called him a fool...a heroic fool, but a fool all the same. Instead of annoyance or anger Skye was startled to see amusement and a smile on the older woman's face. Returning the smile she rose from where she knelt beside David's bed and moved to the side a bit.
"Forgive me Queen Beatrix, I shouldn't have gotten in the way of you reaching your sons bedside."
"Call me Bea in private dear and I won't censure you for rushing to the side of your betrothed when I can see quite clearly that he isn't in mortal danger."
Skye smiled warmly but felt a blush color her cheeks when the Queen mentioned the betrothal. She really hadn't given it much thought but the fact was she didn't know if she would marry David. He was kind and handsome but she simply didn't know him....she certainly didn't love him. He'd said he'd loved her all her life but she couldn't say the same to him when she'd only just met him. She wouldn't say that she absolutly wouldn't marry him but she wouldn't say that she would either.
Excusing herself she left the Queen and her son to talk and as she stepped into the hall was brought up short by a strange man in the hallway moving toward the bedchamber. Standing in front of the door she blocked his path demanding to know who he was.
"I'm one of the palace doctors you silly chit now get out of my way before I have the gaurds move you!" he snapped at her which startled Skye. No one had been blatantly rude to her here so this was a first.
"All you had to say was that you were the doctor. There's no need to be rude. Be careful when you set his nose, it's the worst of the wounds the rest need cleaning but none will require stitching," turning on her heel she headed toward her own room to change. It was going to be a long night and she wanted her own clothes for it.