03.Jul.19, 10:25 AM
“Even if you Impress somewhere else, after training you can petition to move. Semath and I did, and that worked out nicely. And I’ll be at Fort and the Hall either way, so I can keep an eye on them.” He gave her a reassuring smile.
His hands stilled a moment as her fingers brushed over them, processing the unspoken offer. He shook his head slightly and brushed his lips over her forehead. It was sweet of her, but that wasn’t how these things worked. She’d see when she Impressed. “We’ll be fine.” His hand brushed her neck one last time before he pulled back.
They did a quick round of the clinic, checking in on patients and seeing if the night staff needed any assistance luckily it was a quiet night, and their migraine patient still slept; the morning would tell if the dosage had worked or the new formulation was needed.
He waited by the door for her, sipping the last of the klah; he would never get to sleep at this point, he thought. There were too many thoughts rattling around his head and there was too much caffeine in his blood. They slipped down to the kitchens, careful to keep out of the way. L’gan washed the mugs and klah pitcher while she got them a roll to split. “Do they both have my sweet tooth, or just Sarion?” He teased, sinking into the bench next to her. “Half my mother’s stories seem to involve her filching sweets like I used to as a kid.” He broke a piece of the roll off and offered it to her with a smile.
His hands stilled a moment as her fingers brushed over them, processing the unspoken offer. He shook his head slightly and brushed his lips over her forehead. It was sweet of her, but that wasn’t how these things worked. She’d see when she Impressed. “We’ll be fine.” His hand brushed her neck one last time before he pulled back.
They did a quick round of the clinic, checking in on patients and seeing if the night staff needed any assistance luckily it was a quiet night, and their migraine patient still slept; the morning would tell if the dosage had worked or the new formulation was needed.
He waited by the door for her, sipping the last of the klah; he would never get to sleep at this point, he thought. There were too many thoughts rattling around his head and there was too much caffeine in his blood. They slipped down to the kitchens, careful to keep out of the way. L’gan washed the mugs and klah pitcher while she got them a roll to split. “Do they both have my sweet tooth, or just Sarion?” He teased, sinking into the bench next to her. “Half my mother’s stories seem to involve her filching sweets like I used to as a kid.” He broke a piece of the roll off and offered it to her with a smile.