[ She hadn't expected Sieglinde to react so strongly to her offer of talking about her village, but in retrospect, it was a good thing--Kida didn't need to be a healer to know that a festering wound needed to be drained. She lets Sieglinde cry herself out: it's all there is to do, after all. If her tunic gets a bit wet, it will have been a small price to pay. Sieglinde's knowledge of Atlantis would not depart her mind in an hour a day; Kida could question her more later. For now...

Sieglinde's sobs eventually slow and calm like a storm breaking. The ocean stills, the tide recedes. Kida's smile remains. ]

There now. [ She pats the crown of the girl's head once before pulling away. Her front feels cool when the room's air hits the wet patch against her collarbone. ] Tell me where the herbs for the salve are--I will gather them while you gather yourself, and then you shall teach me your method. Are we agreed?

[ Her tone is gentle, but firm. Sadness should be acknowledged and allowed, and then moved past, not wallowed in. ]