15.Jan.20, 05:33 AM
F’drel paced the small weyr Quinvalis had been brought to after the Hatching. R’nya had temporarily put Quinvalis in a weyr instead of in the Healers’ room to recover in so his mother could stay close by. If the way they’d been acting at the Hatching hadn’t been enough, the private room definitely confirmed R’nya was sleeping with her. Typical. It fit what F’drel knew of the Fort Weyrleader, certainly.
For once he wasn’t going to complain too much about the dubious favoritism. Since it was an unused weyr, there was space for Miri to stay too, so F’drel didn’t have to worry about her and she could stay close. She’d been distraught about Quinvalis getting hurt, and other than taking F’drel’s sisters home to Ista, she hadn’t left the small weyr. Quinvalis was her friend, and she was worried. F’drel couldn’t think of many times Halomirth had been more worried. The fires in Ista, maybe? It was hard to tell, her worry was compounding with his own making it difficult to sort out.
Quinvalis had woken briefly the night before. He hadn’t been very coherent, and the Healers had given him something almost immediately so he would go back to sleep - to keep him from moving around and aggravating the injuries, as well as to keep the pain down, they’d said - but he’d been awake. Which was a good sign. It could only be a good sign.
F’drel hadn’t meant to stay the night in Fort, but he’d been woken up by a Healer in the small hours of the morning after falling asleep in a chair by the bed Quinvalis was in and directed to a small cot set up nearby. He’d been too tired to protest - though he had moved the cot into a corner and closer to the door to where Halomirth was - and F’drel found arguing with Healers was rarely a good idea. Quilriana had been given a cot from the start; they’d expected her to stay, F’drel was a surprise. It was a surprise to him too, but here he was, back in the same chair he’d fallen asleep in, waiting. At some point he’d have to oil Halomirth, but he could definitely get R’dal or someone to bring some oil to the ledge so they would both stay nearby, just in case.
For once he wasn’t going to complain too much about the dubious favoritism. Since it was an unused weyr, there was space for Miri to stay too, so F’drel didn’t have to worry about her and she could stay close. She’d been distraught about Quinvalis getting hurt, and other than taking F’drel’s sisters home to Ista, she hadn’t left the small weyr. Quinvalis was her friend, and she was worried. F’drel couldn’t think of many times Halomirth had been more worried. The fires in Ista, maybe? It was hard to tell, her worry was compounding with his own making it difficult to sort out.
Quinvalis had woken briefly the night before. He hadn’t been very coherent, and the Healers had given him something almost immediately so he would go back to sleep - to keep him from moving around and aggravating the injuries, as well as to keep the pain down, they’d said - but he’d been awake. Which was a good sign. It could only be a good sign.
F’drel hadn’t meant to stay the night in Fort, but he’d been woken up by a Healer in the small hours of the morning after falling asleep in a chair by the bed Quinvalis was in and directed to a small cot set up nearby. He’d been too tired to protest - though he had moved the cot into a corner and closer to the door to where Halomirth was - and F’drel found arguing with Healers was rarely a good idea. Quilriana had been given a cot from the start; they’d expected her to stay, F’drel was a surprise. It was a surprise to him too, but here he was, back in the same chair he’d fallen asleep in, waiting. At some point he’d have to oil Halomirth, but he could definitely get R’dal or someone to bring some oil to the ledge so they would both stay nearby, just in case.