Healing and Memories - UPDATED

April 27th

Oh, Elune, please let this man that I love heal and come back to me a whole person.

I called a healer this morning for my Sindorei because I couldn't awaken him.  He is there in the bed asleep, his breathing somewhat ragged and shallow.  I am scared and I have actually sent for my Mother to come to Dalaran to help me with the younger children while I attend to my love. The oldest boys have been doing the chores that my Sindorei had given them to do as if their very lives depended on it.

The healer has said that he is suffering from exhaustion and would need to rest for several weeks before he would be himself again. The healer said that some of his breathing issues stemmed from the fact that he was a heavy smoker and had been for quite some time - that it was a habit that could eventually kill him and no amount of healing could fix the damage already done.  We have fought constantly about this habit of his that he picked up when he was in the Barrens.

She forced a potion down his throat which caused him to open his eyes for a time and mumble a few foul words in that Sindorei tongue of his before he coughed a few times and fell back to sleep.  She said the potion would help him relax and sleep a more natural sleep.   She said that he would probably wake up on his own sometime tomorrow, if he wasn't showing signs by then, to send for her immediately.

I know that he keeps mumbling in his sleep and talking to people in his dreams.  I am finding out some very interesting things about this man that I love.  He even laughed one of those soft laughs and told someone name Callianne that her picture would make someone named Uncle Elder something get better soon. Of course, he talks to Poetica and I am finding that there was more to his feelings than she even realizes.

Naturally, she has already vacated the premises here in Dalaran, the she-coward. I think that I made the housekeeper understand that she needed to put all of Fnor's things back that he had ordered her to pack because he wasn't going anywhere soon.   That blonde-haired Sindorei was sitting at Fnor's desk and going through the contracts and making faces.  Ah yes, Fnar is his name.  We spoke briefly and I made him understand that Fnor was at the guesthouse and I think he said he would come by later before he groaned and picked up another piece of paper on Fnor's desk.

I have the little ones cutting out patterns in the leather that Fnor and I gathered when we were out helping Poetica look for that sister of hers.  I am going to sit here and put the soft part of the shoes together that we were planning on taking to the orphanage in Shattrath this weekend.  This is something that we have done for years - the matrons always like to see Fnor show up, that proud walk and that little boy grin of his that he gets whenever he goes there.  Not to mention the hours he would spend telling stories to the little ones.  Oh, how he loved to spin a good tale for those little ones.  He hasn't been able to do that for several months because he has been working so much with his guild and I'm sure that they missed him.  I would drop things off for them, clefthoof meat and some fish that the boys and I would catch.  They would always smile and thank me for the donations and ask about Fnor.  He does have a way with the ladies and wins their hearts without even realizing it.

I've been able to get some of the broth that the housekeeper made for him down his throat without choking him to death or before he started to roll over to avoid the spoon.  He has never been a good patient and that hasn't changed over the years.  I think that I will ask Fnar to give him a light shave, I know how vain my Sindorei is and how much he hates facial hair, although he does look rather dashing with that beard stubble - I bet he could grow a beard just like my Kaldorei mate had.

I'm sitting here and my anger has somewhat subsided, although it has dropped down to a low boil at this point.  I'm still very upset with Poetica and what she has done to my Sindorei, however, it drove him back to me and I suppose that I should be just thankful for that.  As for the other things that happened, I don't think that I will forgive nor forget  that for a while.

I knew he was tired, he kept telling me that he was tired.  I just didn't realize how close he was to literally dropping in his tracks.  He just kept pushing himself to meet his obligations and finally, to help that ungrateful Death Knight of his to go look for this idiot of a sister of hers.  He was trying to run his business and please everyone around him at the same time.  No, I think that he has learned his lesson from that now, he's flat on his back.

I was thinking back as I am sewing these little shoes together, of the times that Fnor would come to Shattrath when I was with my mate.  He would always stop by and play with the boys and talk for hours Of course, I knew that he and Fnor would be great friends because they were so much alike in a lot of ways.  My Kaldorei didn't have the fire in his belly like Fnor did to succeed and make his way in the world, he was content to be the hunter that he was and enjoy the time with the family in Shattrath.  I miss him, the calmness, the way he treated all of the children, the way he would just be there with us.  Ah, my fiery Sindorei paid us well for the furs and pelts that we'd gather for him in Outland.

If these people knew him for the man that he is, I think that they would have thought things out before they verbally assaulted him in that Under City place.  He is a kind and giving man, also, a ferocious  fighter when he has just cause.  I know that his employees are more than likely overpaid for their services because Fnor always wanted to make sure that they were much better off with his company than anywhere else on Azeroth.

Ah, he just opened his eyes and smiled that smile of his when he saw me.  I think he truly does have a fear that I will pack up and leave him.  People don't understand the fear that he has of not having a family around him, although it is understandable with the way he lost his adoptive parents, the time he spent searching for his Death Knight sister. That isn't going to happen, not ever again.  If I have to tie him up and hold him hostage, he isn't leaving me and the boys again, nor will I leave him. I will make sure that he isn't ever left alone.

I'm not as angry with Poetica as I was yesterday.  I would have gladly sent her back to a second death if I had seen her yesterday.  Not today, I feel disappointed with her, with what she has done to my Sindorei with the help of his friends.  I'm thankful though in some ways, he is here with me and his sons now, even if he is sleeping his life away at this point.

I should stop writing and start working on these leather pieces some more.  I will have the older boys drop them off for us.  Fnor would be very unhappy if they didn't get them in a timely fashion.  Maybe the oldest will take some time to spin a tale for the little ones like his Father does.