[001] Leaving Tracks

The conversation came to an abrupt halt as a newcomer stepped into view.

“Navarre!” Mom gasped, holding a roll of gauze to her chest. “Goodness, when did you get here? And what a state you’re in!” She returned the gauze to the first aid kit on the table, Rook having been treated to the best of her ability, and fussed over her other son, plucking a leaf from his head. “Did you get lost? I knew I should have given you a map. Can’t have another incident…”

There was the click of the first aid kid shutting. Rook politely waited, observing the newcomer with open curiosity. His leg was crossed over the other, both feet covered in layers of bandages. “He looks quite fine to me. Perhaps a tad stiff?” Creases under his eyes as he smiled. “A night’s rest would do him well.”

Mom frowned. “Do you need another day before you journey? You can always delay, dear, there’s no harm.” She clapped her hands together, eyes bright. “I’ll get you a hot towel and some fresh clothes! I do have some new shoes for both of you.” Not even giving anyone a moment to interject, she began moving to the hallway, only to pause. “Ah, but lunch!”

“We’ll get it started for you.” Rook stood, testing his feet, which no longer stung. “Your herbal remedy worked wonders. I can barely feel a thing.”

“Of course it would. I became a master herbalist after what happened to your father, after all. Can’t have another incident!” She waggled her finger at him, before disappearing out the door. “Pie recipe’s on the counter! I’ll be back in a jiffy!”

Rook wore an exhausted smile, turning his head to Navarre. “She says my father was poisoned to death testing out invigorating tonics.” He seemed caught between suppressing laughter and grimacing. “Whatever fate befell yours, I hope it was more dignified.”

He turned, beckoning Navarre over to the kitchen. “Let’s get cooking. Better that we know what’s going in our food here, anyways.”