Tic, Tac, Toe [R'nd, Talian]

R’nd could admit to being afraid, especially when B’jin opened his eyes and seemed so disorientated and afraid himself. It was understandable; he had come from being trapped in a bed with S’kef, drowned, and had… had to be revived. He was on the verge of speaking softly to the man, comforting him with nonsensical words – believing entirely that his voice and presence would be welcomed – and rubbing his fingers over the hand he held but B’jin had other ideas. Unlike Talian, he wasn’t paying attention to the full picture and hadn’t expected such a violent reaction upon them being seen. The kick B’jin sent flying towards him connected before R’nd could blink and the surprising force behind the move sent the bluerider falling back to land on his back.

He cursed under his breath before gasping under the spike of pain. At least he hadn’t hit his head on the solid ground to join B’jin in the concussion department! R’nd laid there a moment, stunned at what just happened and staring at the ceiling. Being involved with B’jin was starting to take a toll on his well-being! Not that he really minded since it was always for a good cause; the greenrider’s well-being. Still dazed, R’nd waved off Talian’s offered hand and slowly sat back up, wincing at the protesting chest that didn’t like the straining he put on his body. The Healer had a more important patient to focus on and it would take more than that to send him scurrying away, though the obvious fact that he hadn’t been recognised was close to doing so.

Perhaps he had been recognised and that was punishment for not barging in on the flight and saving B’jin from S’kef’s clutches. That was a horrible thought but it clung to R’nd and refused to let go even as the bluerider scrambled back into a sitting position. He didn’t make any movement to get closer to B’jin again, though, in case he wasn’t wanted or, as his optimism and Ayyonth tried to get him to believe, B’jin was still disorientated and didn’t know who was with him or what the intentions were.

“B’jin? It’s R’nd,” the bluerider pointed out softly, a bit afraid for the reaction that would receive but still determined to help the man regardless of the outcome.  “Let Talian help you, please.” The desperation in his voice only made R’nd feel more pathetic. He was so useless! He hadn’t even properly helped B’jin from the water upon finding him. Now, he didn’t know how to check or patch up wounds and he was failing at offering comfort.

“Talian, tell me to leave.” He spoke to the Healer but his gaze didn’t stray from the Harper he couldn’t help, “If my presence isn’t helping, tell me to leave.” There was a chance he was making B’jin more agitated than calm and if that was the case, then he would go sit with the dragons and wait for word. Larrikith sounded in need of companionship though Ayyonth was doing his part to soothe her by keeping her close and licking her cheek.

They will help B’jin. The pain is temporary only. Ayyonth’s deep tones came across as mellowing though he himself was rattled by everything that happened. He almost lost Larrikith, R’nd was in minor pain physically while mentally beating himself up, and B’jin’s suffering was too much even for him to bear witness to. Talian had to be as good as Amorandii’s stories she told R’nd and him led them to believe!