27.Jun.19, 11:13 AM
Returning to the Hall had been difficult to say the least, but L’gan felt like he was making progress finally. If some of his former friends preferred to ignore him, well… their loss. He had been pleased to hear of R’nya and Verec’s arrangement, and helped out the women of the weyr when he could.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice her approach until a plate was set beside him. He smiled at her greeting, gesturing with a hand at the space beside him. “Please, I’d be happy for the company. Madiquel, right?” He had noticed the young woman in with the others from Fort and was impressed with her drive. While it wasn’t unusual for women in a hold or Weyr to learn some first aid or medicine preparation, to actually apply to learn at the Hall took guts.
He laughed, thinking back on the busy day he had just finished. “Busy doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Between working in the clinic all morning and lessons in the compounding lab this afternoon, I’ve barely had a chance to sit or eat.”
When she mentioned her surprise at her appetite he laughed again, knowing that emotion all too well. “Sometimes the mind does strange things. There’s times after the simplest stitches I’ve felt greener than Semath, and then I’ll turn around and feel like I could devour an entire roast and wherry by myself after a long and bloody surgery. There’s no accounting for it, but it’s better than the alternative.”
L’gan took a bite, looking thoughtful. “If you don’t mind me asking, what drew you to the craft?” Personally he had known as a child, watching his mother helping prepare dressings and things and remembering her tidy, secure stitches, neater even than some of the healers he’d thought.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice her approach until a plate was set beside him. He smiled at her greeting, gesturing with a hand at the space beside him. “Please, I’d be happy for the company. Madiquel, right?” He had noticed the young woman in with the others from Fort and was impressed with her drive. While it wasn’t unusual for women in a hold or Weyr to learn some first aid or medicine preparation, to actually apply to learn at the Hall took guts.
He laughed, thinking back on the busy day he had just finished. “Busy doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. “Between working in the clinic all morning and lessons in the compounding lab this afternoon, I’ve barely had a chance to sit or eat.”
When she mentioned her surprise at her appetite he laughed again, knowing that emotion all too well. “Sometimes the mind does strange things. There’s times after the simplest stitches I’ve felt greener than Semath, and then I’ll turn around and feel like I could devour an entire roast and wherry by myself after a long and bloody surgery. There’s no accounting for it, but it’s better than the alternative.”
L’gan took a bite, looking thoughtful. “If you don’t mind me asking, what drew you to the craft?” Personally he had known as a child, watching his mother helping prepare dressings and things and remembering her tidy, secure stitches, neater even than some of the healers he’d thought.