Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Tenkiller’s House- Tipping Point, Day 2
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Jal’na could tell she wasn’t as focused or driven today. Jal’na had expected that, but Eela’s body needed the care so the stress wouldn’t lock her up. Today was a focus on stretching and releasing the tension instead of endurance and strength. “Alright, lay on your back, bend both legs, feet flat, and pull your knee gently toward your chest. Don’t force it.”

Lying back, Eela pulled her left leg towards her chest since it was currently the easier side to hold.

Jal’na laughed, “I would not have kept it, but he knew about the auction and thought him buying me would make a great story for our grand children.” The Klingon smirked, “The how starts with me begging Sharah to go see the embassy gardens with me.”

Jal’na

“Ahhh! Innocent moments, I know them well.” It was the most innocuous decisions that could turn thing down the most fascinating paths. “And the auction will definitely make for a great story. I am so very happy for you,” Eela said as she switched legs. “Lord Duroc is a very interesting man. I’m sure you’ll keep each other on your toes, as the Humans are wont to say.”

~Eela

Jal’na snickered. “Not so innocent. I had…encountered him at the hospital and was curious. Alright let’s try a bridge. Push through your feet and shoulders. I will support your back. If it is painful, stiff, or hard to do stop. Just an inch or so.” And she slipped her hands under Eela’s back to support above and below her injury. “Thank you Eela. I think we will be happy, if we don’t kill each other first.” Though Jal’na didn’t think that would happen. Her anger and temper liked to find internal targets. “He is interesting as are the people in his…our, oh that is strange - our house.”

Jal’na

“Mmm, yes, they are. How’s that change landing for you? It can be a lot of responsibility,” Eela said as she shifted her arms to her sides and with planted feet tried to lift her body up. Normally she could do this fine and she got about an inch (even with Jal’na’s help) before her shoulder protested and she felt some outright pain through the whiskey haze. She immediately lowered as she winced and rubbed her right shoulder that she had used earlier like she was still in full training and it clearly did not agree with her decision.

~Eela

“I don’t know yet. I haven’t done much other than move and select a staff I don’t need, and been told repeatedly that I don’t know what I am doing.” As soon as she was resting Jal’na put both hands in Eela’s shoulder. “Hmmm and what did we do here? You weren’t hurting there yesterday. Or did you just not mention that?”

Eela sighed. “No, it’s new,” she said quietly, closing her eyes. “I was… encouraged to let out my anger. So I threw holographic glasses down here. A lot of them.”

Jal’na grabbed her bag and pulled it closer digging around. “Tell me exactly where and how it hurts.” Jal’na went about pulling out different items while Eela talked.

Jal’na

“It doesn’t really- that’s the whiskey. But my shoulder and back were a bit sore right after. Maybe my wrist too. Who knows.” Her words sounded flippant, even to her, but honestly at this point it was better than emotionlessness. Lying there, her body felt heavy like it was sunk into the mat. “It worked in as far as the anger isn’t going to be taken out on anyone, sure, but…” She shook her head, unsure of so many things.

~Eela

Jal’na nodded, “Sometimes when we don’t know what to do with our anger, even if it is something we wouldn’t do normally, encouragement is needed.” She patted her arm. “But what?” Jal’na stood, “Come these needs muscle rub and the table will be more comfortable than the mats.”

Jal’na

Eela hauled herself to her feet with difficulty but managed it on her own, partly just to gauge how tipsy she still was. A bit, but she had a fairly high tolerance. She moved over to the table and slid onto it.

“I was starting to unpick these discrepancies in my head- the things that don’t fit, didn’t make sense. And I could even understand their source.” Eela felt calm as she spoke, the puzzle slowly coming together. “Of course I’m angry at Cory, but it’s deeper than that. Everything before I came to Oed is now in upheaval, in question. I’m… I’m grieving Jal’na. For myself, for my life. I am now picking through forty years to figure out what was real and what wasn’t. And that is going to take some time.” But she didn’t have time to sit in it for much longer, no matter what she might need. At some point very soon Lieutenant Governor Dasca was going to have to show up and do her job and they had mere days to be ready.

~Eela

Jal’na warmed the oil in her hands and began to work at Eela’s shoulder. “The Norvellians have a custom of holding funerals at the end of different cycles in their life. To help them let go of what came before, to grieve and celebrate as necessary and make room, make ready for the new challenges. Because the person they were would not be the person they would become. Perhaps something along that principle would help you.” She found the sore spot, her hand recognizing the feel and she reached into her bag and incased the muscle in a heat pack and then moved on to Eela’s back. “Or maybe you would like to speak to a counselor? Someone removed and objective?”

Jal’na

“Oh, probably. I had already started seeing one,” Eela said with a sigh but even as she did the heat seeped into her body and she visibly relaxed from whatever unknown pain and tension held there being eased. “I like the idea of a funeral. There are actually some similar sorts of rituals from Halii that might work. I’ll give it some thought,” she said seriously.

Jal’na grunted. “Traditions and ceremony are meant to give us an axis to ground our lives. They can be good to help settle the mind and the soul.” Then, “Would you like me to call this person for you? I am sure we can get the guards to let them in. I will send Grul to pick them up and bring them here, but only if you want.”

“You said people are telling you you’re getting things wrong. What’s the most overwhelming part of being in this new position?” Eela asked.

~Eela

Jal’na added more of the warming oil to her hands and worked down Eela’s back, so much tension there than normal. She didn’t comment though, it was to be expected and could not have been avoided. “Tomorrow will be one week. I do not know yet. I am sure, whatever it is, will be a great challenge.” Jal’na understood Eela needing a distraction and she was happy to converse. However it was one thing to voice her fears to Urg, it was quite another to speak them anywhere else. “I suppose, not to make light of your question, it is wondering what Lord Noggra and my parents will make of Urg and this unlikely marriage. They arrive this evening for the feast tomorrow.”

Jal’na