Medical Conditions
“So sorry Loki. I did not know. Maybe you are allergic to the additive substances. There are too many foodstuffs with those things by now. We should stock up on natural products then. Are you allergic to other things you think? Do you need medical help or medicines? I do not know if we should go to the hospital to treat you though. Do you still have that milk you mentioned? I think you should drink it some more to be safe. We can stay home while your body cleans itself up. I am so sorry about this.”
I give Atlanta a tiredly amused look for all her fretful, panicky rambling scroll.
“No,” I sign. “Already good.”
“Better,” I clarify on the conversation paper, as she has not taught me how to convey comparisons in her signage. Then, after some hesitation that I am sure she picks up on, I continue, “I would like to trade some skins for your bed or collection for a means to meet Nalla.”
To Niflheim with my pride, if I could not have my mother’s attention, I would welcome a chance to recover from the flushing under the purportedly sought-after care of that Midgardian.