Discussing Logistics (Enald)

[kayla]

Leshya had gotten the Healer settled in his rooms and came back to the office well before Enald said he'd be back. While he hadn't said anything, she knew that he hoped she'd get her desk settled and usable - not that she thought he minded her sharing his desk, but the whole usurping his seat he probably would not want becoming a habit.

So when she returned to the office, she set about setting her desk in order. She had it nice and tidy and organized, with the papers she left visible being the "traditional" Lady papers. The reports from the Headwoman and such.

For the most part, the other reports she would return to Enald's desk after she'd read them, but any notes she made about them, she'd keep on hides hiden in one of the drawers.

She made a mental note to herself to find out what the issue he was preoccupied with earlier was. Perhaps she could help him come to an answer on that. She knew that even with the disease being high priority, the regular business of the Hold would still go on - and must!

And to be honest, she did not want to fret about what Enald was going to say when he returned. She wanted to be able to help their people, but she would accept it if he chose to limit her to protect an unborn. So if he agreed with the Healer, she would accept it. She'd hate it. But she'd accept it without any anger at Enald.

So after she had her desk set up she took out the hides she kept her figures regarding her allowance on. She chewed her lip as she looked it over. She got a healthy sum, but she liked to use it on gifts... and if the Hold did not have enough funds to help those families who might have a hard time purchasing whatever they'd need to help save their children she'd want to be able to help there. But she wanted a new dress for the Gather. She played with the numbers some, scraping off her work from time, trying to decide if she could get one - since she doubted Enald would reoffer. Though, to be honest, she was only doing this to distract herself and clear her head for a few minutes.

[thedreamerlady]

Feeling rather jaunty after a successful talk with one of his stewards about what was acceptable to delegate, and what needed to be done by the person assigned to it, as well as getting down to the bottom of a shortage of certain types of herbs(the second load of them had been mismarked, and sent to the wrong storage room), Enald airily entered his study, and looked around.

Leshya's desk was beginning to look like a true desk- lived in, but organized in her own way. Strolling up to his chair, and turning it to face her, Enald settled down, and looked at his wife squarely.

"So." The Lord said, sounding ponderous. "What have you decided to do in regards to the outbreak?"

Enald was hoping to leave the outbreak entirely in his wife's hands, but only if he was sure that she knew what she was doing, and wouldn't hesitate to come to him if she was confused. The latter was rather less important as he had stewards who looked out for oversight, and would simply assume Enald had messed up, and they never gave pause to alerting him. They wouldn't' even think that Lesh was involved, which was a nice boon.

[kayla]

She sighed and looked to her husband, turning to face him. The distraction had, as often happens when one stops focusing on a problem, allowed her to think more clearly about it. She even decided that she would be fine without a new dress, and use her own allowance to boost the funds available to the lesser holds and cot holds that were part of Telgar to help with supplies.

"I think its absolutely necessary that we not take all the Healer's advice. We have to show our people that we care, that you and I, their Lord and Lady do care about the pain and hurt their going through as they watch their littles and their elderly get sick and suffer and die. That means, at least here in the Hold Proper, I need to be there helping. The extra work I've taken on can go back to you and your Stewards for now, so I can focus on helping with the disease and the Hold's response to it."

She looked to him, hopeful that he would agree. She did not necessarily want to get sick, and she understood the danger. But these were their people, and she needed to show that she cared.

"I also think that we need to help the poorer minor holds and cotholds with supplies. Especially the cotholds. They don't usually have a lot of extra resources, and the Healer said they're likely to have it the hardest. I feel like we should help them; they're still our people. And if the marks are not in the coffers to cover the expense... I'm willing to give from my own allowance to help."