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Kara had stood back from the commotion surrounding the ill man, not wanting to get in the way. She watched as Saeryn left and then reappeared with another woman in tow, who went straight to the fallen arrival and bent to his chest. Kara could see the worry on her face as she turned towards her and gave directions to bring a cloth and water.
Doing as she was told, Kara ran back to the kitchen she had been working in all morning, unable to believe the speed at which everything had changed. As she entered she saw Frodides still working at the midday meal. Still unsure as to where everything was Kara began to pull open drawers and rummage through cupboards, trying to find a good size bowl to fill with water. On her knees halfway inside a large space filled with crockery she found a suitable one and pulled it out. As she did so the remaining contents of the cupboard fell down around her with a crash, making Frodides jump. The cook turned with a reprimand half formed on her lips, but took one look at Kara and quickly wiped her hands on a cloth before taking her by the shoulders and pushing her towards a stool.
Kara struggled, knowing she needed to get back. Frodides kept her there, and continued to ask what was wrong. Her calming influence allowed Kara to settle down enough to get the words out, and once she had spoken the cook let her go, with instructions to fill the bowl while she found a clean cloth.
Moments later Kara was hurrying back to the main hall, trying to keep the water in the bowl while going as fast as she could. The cloth and her clothes were already damp by the time she reached the little group in the doorway, but the woman who was tending to the man on the floor seemed pleased with what she'd brought, sending a smile her way as Kara handed over the bowl and cloth before turning back to her patient.
Kara moved back a little, though stayed close in case she was needed to fetch anything else. She stood in the doorway in the hope that the sun shining down would dry her out a little and waited.
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