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24.Mar.12, 08:56 AM
"Talian?" B'jin appeared in the bedroom doorway when neither of his companions appeared to be in any huge hurry to return to him, looking somewhat unsteady on his feet, but no less determined as he gripped the doorframe with one hand, his knuckles whitening as he used it to hold himself up. "How long do I have to wait before I can bathe?" There was nothing at all insinuating about his question, but rather it was a desperate plea, brown eyes wide. B'jin did not want to go to bed covered in dried blood and sweat and Faranth only knew what other grime - that was disgusting. He had a feeling being stitched was going to be a long and uncomfortable haul. He didn't really want to start it covered in grime!
B'jin paused for a moment, indecisive or perhaps calculating, before approaching at an exhausted stagger. The day had been far too long, he had gotten remarkably little sleep the night before, and that was to say nothing of the strain the lashing had brought about. He approached the healer with quiet determination, and when he reached him, carefully took the items he was holding out of his hands and put them on the bench. When the kid was unburdened, B'jin wrapped both arms around Talian carefully, cautious of the work that had been done to his back, and hugged him tightly to himself. "Thank you, Tal," B'jin murmured, kissing the young master on the forehead. He squeezed him tight again for a moment, before releasing him gently. He smiled slightly as he stepped back, brown eyes dull with exhaustion as he leaned his hip heavily against the bench.
"I can have a bath, right?" B'jin insisted again, though he hardly looked like it was something he'd be capable of staying awake through. The ordeal had landed on his head like a mountain, the man's shoulders sagging visibly as he leaned on the bench. "My sheets are clean!" he pouted, as if that were the perfect reason to need a bath (and not the fact that he was gritty with grime). Blinking, B'jin ran a hand over his face, swayed slightly, and then used it to balance himself on the bench.
"And then fellis." He muttered, scowling slightly as he focused on staying awake and off the floor. "Lots and lots of fellis." Tomorrow was going to be a very painful morning to wake up to, B'jin decided. He'd rather wake up to the one afterwards. Or maybe the one after that would be better? "Lots." He added, just to make sure the other two understood.
Humans are silly creatures, Larrikith said fondly, lifting her head to nuzzle the blue's cheek. Yes, she agreed, touching on B'jin's mind and wondering if she should attempt to help keep him awake, or enforce his desire to fall asleep where he was standing. He was heavily focused on freaking out about going to bed grimy, and her amusement was thick as she rumbled softly from where her small form was curled up with Ayyonth.
Just go to bed, love. You have other bedding. Larrikith's voice was soft, but deeply amused. To help fend off confusion, she included Talian in her comment, not at all surprised when B'jin answered her aloud. "It'll get dirty," he sulked, loath to do so. Of all his current companions he'd have thought Larrikith would agree with him! I do, she murmured, amused and still including Talian in the conversation. She felt rude excluding R'nd, but felt it would be ruder still to invade his mind without an invitation. But I'd rather you dirty and whining than drowned in a maw's depth of water.
B'jin paused for a moment, indecisive or perhaps calculating, before approaching at an exhausted stagger. The day had been far too long, he had gotten remarkably little sleep the night before, and that was to say nothing of the strain the lashing had brought about. He approached the healer with quiet determination, and when he reached him, carefully took the items he was holding out of his hands and put them on the bench. When the kid was unburdened, B'jin wrapped both arms around Talian carefully, cautious of the work that had been done to his back, and hugged him tightly to himself. "Thank you, Tal," B'jin murmured, kissing the young master on the forehead. He squeezed him tight again for a moment, before releasing him gently. He smiled slightly as he stepped back, brown eyes dull with exhaustion as he leaned his hip heavily against the bench.
"I can have a bath, right?" B'jin insisted again, though he hardly looked like it was something he'd be capable of staying awake through. The ordeal had landed on his head like a mountain, the man's shoulders sagging visibly as he leaned on the bench. "My sheets are clean!" he pouted, as if that were the perfect reason to need a bath (and not the fact that he was gritty with grime). Blinking, B'jin ran a hand over his face, swayed slightly, and then used it to balance himself on the bench.
"And then fellis." He muttered, scowling slightly as he focused on staying awake and off the floor. "Lots and lots of fellis." Tomorrow was going to be a very painful morning to wake up to, B'jin decided. He'd rather wake up to the one afterwards. Or maybe the one after that would be better? "Lots." He added, just to make sure the other two understood.
Humans are silly creatures, Larrikith said fondly, lifting her head to nuzzle the blue's cheek. Yes, she agreed, touching on B'jin's mind and wondering if she should attempt to help keep him awake, or enforce his desire to fall asleep where he was standing. He was heavily focused on freaking out about going to bed grimy, and her amusement was thick as she rumbled softly from where her small form was curled up with Ayyonth.
Just go to bed, love. You have other bedding. Larrikith's voice was soft, but deeply amused. To help fend off confusion, she included Talian in her comment, not at all surprised when B'jin answered her aloud. "It'll get dirty," he sulked, loath to do so. Of all his current companions he'd have thought Larrikith would agree with him! I do, she murmured, amused and still including Talian in the conversation. She felt rude excluding R'nd, but felt it would be ruder still to invade his mind without an invitation. But I'd rather you dirty and whining than drowned in a maw's depth of water.
