03.Feb.20, 03:13 AM
Narinoa listened intently to both as they pointed out what had been going on with Erebuth and for how long. He didn't like it but did his best not to show how concerned he was. Erebuth was a sweet dragon and a sensitive one at that and Narinoa didn't want to cause further distress. Which was why as L'gan dug through his bag, Narinoa ran his hands lightly over the soft hide in both a soothing gesture and to see if he could feel anything unusual like bumps.
"Everyone gets sick sometimes, Erebuth. I didn't tell you but when I went to Fort Weyr for their Hatching, I was sick for the first few days." Of course that was because he was detoxing from his favourite drug habit but no one needed to know that detail. "I wasn't hungry either, had cold sweats, and was light-headed a lot. But I got better and you not only have me but L'gan looking after you, so don't worry, okay?"
He glanced at L'gan and knew the Healer was likely to be just as worried as he was but he wasn't showing it. Good. Erebuth didn't need to worry and they really didn't need him causing a fuss that would wake up the others--though Narinoa wouldn't be surprised if they were already awake and trying to listen in.
"I'm going to apply a little pressure here and there and you tell me if anything hurts, okay?" Thanks to the diagrams created from the studying of the hatchlings that hadn't made it, Narinoa had a better idea of what organ was where and continued running his hands along Erebuth's torso, pressing where one key organ should be, waiting for a response, and moving to another. Once he was finished, he'd get out of the way for L'gan to do his once over; especially since the colour of the vomit was still on his mind and Narinoa worried it had ichor in it.
"Everyone gets sick sometimes, Erebuth. I didn't tell you but when I went to Fort Weyr for their Hatching, I was sick for the first few days." Of course that was because he was detoxing from his favourite drug habit but no one needed to know that detail. "I wasn't hungry either, had cold sweats, and was light-headed a lot. But I got better and you not only have me but L'gan looking after you, so don't worry, okay?"
He glanced at L'gan and knew the Healer was likely to be just as worried as he was but he wasn't showing it. Good. Erebuth didn't need to worry and they really didn't need him causing a fuss that would wake up the others--though Narinoa wouldn't be surprised if they were already awake and trying to listen in.
"I'm going to apply a little pressure here and there and you tell me if anything hurts, okay?" Thanks to the diagrams created from the studying of the hatchlings that hadn't made it, Narinoa had a better idea of what organ was where and continued running his hands along Erebuth's torso, pressing where one key organ should be, waiting for a response, and moving to another. Once he was finished, he'd get out of the way for L'gan to do his once over; especially since the colour of the vomit was still on his mind and Narinoa worried it had ichor in it.