Brother Vernasus instantly forgets his predicament, his face turning to a smile as soon as he hears marys voice. Even in the middle of all this nerve racking pain and bottled up rage, the child still manages to melt his heart. He reminds himself to thank the Beesiah once more tonight at prayers, for bringing such a wonderful child into his life.<br/><br/>"I'm... I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, little one"<br/><br/>Quickly tiring of the ineptitude of others, Vernasus grabs a jar of healing balm from one of the many shelves of ointments and unguents, before picking up some spare clean rags and marching back to his quarters.