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03.Jan.14, 08:11 PM
S'cer rolled his eyes, turning his head to shoot the green a dirty look. I broke a few ribs--I'm not exactly dying here. The gash down his calf would scar, and the knock on the head had concussed him, but he was beginning to feel well enough that the constant resting was getting to him. And Quelseth, though she meant well, was mothering to an extreme; S'cer just didn't have the heart to tell her to stop it.
She huffed and resettled herself, tucking her tail neatly to her side, causing Edik to screech as she jostled him from a nap. The brown was even more keen to not leave Quelseth now, not even to go on shiny-hunting escapades, as he had claimed her as his the moment he had met her.
Tell that to T'lian--he's the one who over-exerts himself. If his tone was sharp, it was only because S'cer was tired of fending off her advances; the Healer was rumored to have been running himself ragged caring for the sick and injured, as he should have been. The toss of Quelseth's head--a sure sign of a tantrum coming on--didn't dissuade S'cer at all. He was stubborn and he was bored as well, both of which combined in a deadly combination.
I am perfectly capable of mending a pair of damn pants, Quelseth. I'm not even moving that much! And besides, the last thing I want is this borrowed pair of pants to slide right off just because they're too large!
There was no reply, only the stony silence of her pouting, and S'cer sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. The healing tents were packed, and he had moved out to an empty tent that had been pitched near the planned Weyrfolk housing as a result. He was improving every day, but not fast enough for his liking; perhaps in a few more weeks he would be allowed to assist in the rebuilding, but not now. At least the weather was slightly more temperate, he thought, staring out at the commotion with a wistful look.
Still, he was grateful for the ability to create a sunshade out of his open tent flap; it made a good vantage point for the rebuilding, as well as allowing him to keep an eye on Quelseth, who had made herself a hollow not too far from his tent. To have a sunburn on top of broken ribs? Not anything that S'cer was interested in at all.
