Prompt: Rumpus

((Continuing some days later from Prompt: Idle))

Caedyn thought she’d go mad if she had to spend one more minute looking at the ceiling of the medical tent.

“Heil!”

Not just the shout, but the familiar voice made her start.

"Tryggr?!" the disbelief in her expression broke into a grin. "Ye braught 'er!"

Fifteen minutes later, the head medic burst through the flaps. "What in the name of the Alchemy is this infernal rumpus?!" The noise stopped and heads turned. Caedyn leaned around her brother's tall form to look at the frantic asura, once more strumming her nyckelharpa for another song.

"Ack, we be havin' a moot!"