26.Aug.12, 08:43 PM
Lymsleia looked up at him. He was coming apart? That didn't surprise her. "The Weyr is sick. Part of it .. I think.. is the... fact that we're being controled. Even the riders are controling themselves. they've told themselves- we will not leave and being crowded into these places, without leave to... go anywhere... is driving them---" She breathed slowly realizing her ramblings were probably not welcome.
When Sanderon spoken up about leaving she brightened. "Yes.. I could do that I think, a shirt shouldn't be to hard, and pants... not to difficult. The shoes might be tricky to get though. But still do able.: she admited after a thought. "Believe me, we'll be able to get you out of here, and you can walk around the Weyr... Believe me... uh... what kind of craft do you do-- I mean if you have one?" She tapped her knots. "Healer, though I specialize in midwifery.." she punched the matress. "Apparently that gets me little respect... I can't do amazing things with wounds like Talian. I mean I can close them and stuff... but... he's just.. amazing."
When Sanderon spoken up about leaving she brightened. "Yes.. I could do that I think, a shirt shouldn't be to hard, and pants... not to difficult. The shoes might be tricky to get though. But still do able.: she admited after a thought. "Believe me, we'll be able to get you out of here, and you can walk around the Weyr... Believe me... uh... what kind of craft do you do-- I mean if you have one?" She tapped her knots. "Healer, though I specialize in midwifery.." she punched the matress. "Apparently that gets me little respect... I can't do amazing things with wounds like Talian. I mean I can close them and stuff... but... he's just.. amazing."