Nervous | Aonung

.XXII

Ka'nus POV

When I woke up in an empty bed I didn't really think much of it. Mornings didn't make me the smartest person and so I decided to go to Tsireya but as I headed to her room I heard multiple voices.

"Why Aonung, why?" Tsireya asked persistently.

"I don't know!" He yells. "There just something about her,"

"What is it?"  Tsireya asks.

"Her smile," I hear Aonung mumble.

"And?" Tsireya questions dragging the 'and' out.

"Her laugh," Aonung admits.

"And," Tsireya asks again.

"Her."

What?

I didn't know what there were talking about exactly but I thought it was about Aonung and I. But that can't be. Right? I don't even know what they're talking about, I'm being delusional.

"Ka'nu your awake," Ronal smiles, tapping my shoulder.

Turning around to face her I smile back nodding my head. Aonung and Tsireya emerge from her room, both looking like they've done something guilty.

"Would you like to help me with my Tshaik duties?" She asks.

"I'd love to," I smile.

If I'm going to be Tsahik I may as well be a good one. Following Ronal outside of her Mauri I quickly turn around, waving at Tsireya.

"You've healed before?" Ronal asks, walking beside me.

"Yes, my Nans taught me," I recall.

"Good, I can't spend all my time teaching you," Ronal admits.

"What do I say when people ask why I'm helping?" I question.

"Tell them your to be Tshaik," Ronal says blankly.

"Aonung and I don't want anyone to know, at least not until the Day of the Ancestors," I shrug my shoulders, rubbing my arm.

"Then tell them it's none of their business," Ronal suggest as we arrive at the Medical tent.

This tent is where Navi go to get treated. Only sever injuries though, little ones are treated by their own family members or should be anyway.

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After around a couple hours of helping Ronal I was exhausted. I had no idea how much a Tsahik must do.

I'm going to have to do all that soon. Eywa that's scary. What if someone dies because I didn't help them well enough? What if I forget how to help? Or heal?

I couldn't live with my self if I did that. I don't know how Ronal deals with it, now I get why she barely smiles.

The sand was soft beneath my feet as I walked with no destination in mind. Just thoughts. Endless thoughts. Some cruel, some kind. Didn't matter, there were infinite amounts of them.