16.Apr.21, 08:49 AM
B’jin grimaced when the fellis was offered to him, and tried to refuse it, but that hurt and in the end it hurt less to slowly sip at the gross drink than it did to try dodging it – and probably end up wearing it. Sighing through his nose, B’jin did his best to drink all the fellis, but it wasn’t easy; he couldn’t remember the last time his throat had been so sore. The hand not being held by R’nd fluttered anxiously around the bandages on his throat, tentatively exploring the edges of the bandage before ghosting his fingers across the centre of the wrapping, under which he could feel the cut happened to be.
Someone… slit my throat? B’jin exclaimed to Larrikith, eyes wide as he looked up at R’nd from his reclaimed position in the bed, shifting around a bit and reclaiming R’nd’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, raising both their hands to press his cheek against the back of his mate’s, and he mouthed ‘Sorry’, at R’nd. Trying to speak hurt too much, so he didn’t try at all. Mouthing was easier, at least with the single and simple words. Eyebrows furrowed as R’nd finished speaking, B’jin shook his head just slightly, grimacing when even that hurt, and pursed his lips. ‘Why’ he mouthed, fluttering his free hand again, but even he wasn’t sure if he was asking about his own attack, or the apparent attack upon Nerili.
Poor Nerili, B’jin thought sadly to Larrikith, curling up a little as the fellis warmed him from the stomach and made him weary. Despite the growing need to fall asleep, B’jin focused carefully on R’nd, folding his free hand under his cheek and yawning. Nerili had been one of B’jin’s favourite Searches; she had been a sweet young woman who took well to Weyrlife and had made B’jin proud with her achievements and her dragon had been a sweetheart. B’jin brought R’nd’s hand back to his lips, pressing another affectionate kiss to it as he fought off the urge to fall back into blissful sleep. He didn’t want to sleep, damnit.
Someone… slit my throat? B’jin exclaimed to Larrikith, eyes wide as he looked up at R’nd from his reclaimed position in the bed, shifting around a bit and reclaiming R’nd’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, raising both their hands to press his cheek against the back of his mate’s, and he mouthed ‘Sorry’, at R’nd. Trying to speak hurt too much, so he didn’t try at all. Mouthing was easier, at least with the single and simple words. Eyebrows furrowed as R’nd finished speaking, B’jin shook his head just slightly, grimacing when even that hurt, and pursed his lips. ‘Why’ he mouthed, fluttering his free hand again, but even he wasn’t sure if he was asking about his own attack, or the apparent attack upon Nerili.
Poor Nerili, B’jin thought sadly to Larrikith, curling up a little as the fellis warmed him from the stomach and made him weary. Despite the growing need to fall asleep, B’jin focused carefully on R’nd, folding his free hand under his cheek and yawning. Nerili had been one of B’jin’s favourite Searches; she had been a sweet young woman who took well to Weyrlife and had made B’jin proud with her achievements and her dragon had been a sweetheart. B’jin brought R’nd’s hand back to his lips, pressing another affectionate kiss to it as he fought off the urge to fall back into blissful sleep. He didn’t want to sleep, damnit.