01.Feb.12, 05:37 PM
As Lymsleia broke into her own dish of food she startled a bit as she watched Talian check his pulse. "Tal?" the question was concerned and gentle in her tone. "What's wrong?" she quirked an eyebrow, a healer did not check his own pulse for nothing!
She started to reach towards him but the warm eating utensil in her hand remind her that she had a rathe hot dish of food. Food or help? Food or help? Lymlseia took only a moment to decide putting side her own hunger for a fellow Healer's well being- well sort. She took a few more mouthfuls, chewed and swallowed. "And yes, you're completely allowed to call me Lym." she said in a slightly more jovial tone. She'd not seem him this amped up--ever. A Beaming exciting Talian, was something completely forun to her.
Kerrin was given a polite bow of her head. "Sorry." she said quickly. She inhaled and then reached to touch Talian's wrist. "He's checking his pulse, for a elevation..." she pursed her lips a moment. "You know how when you run your heart beats faster? He's checking for that." she explains. She turned around and then realized this wasn't Ista's Healing hall ,and there were no apprentices to order around. She let her fingers drop. "Say.. Pa'ra... Err Par'a.." she said in a somewhat formal tone. "Would you do me a big favor? please... I am a healer and need my bag.." she seemed more shy about it after a second and then nodded to something perhaps she herself had thought of. "You said you don't do sick, Tal, might be sick but I wanna check... and I need my bag." she kept her voice stead and turned back Talian.
"What did you do? You're not normally this... lively.. jittery... drink to many cups of Klah on a late tnight work frenzy?" she asked. Too many cups of ingested or strong Klah could produce the same effects, but this was almost... like he'd ingested or injected something /else/.
She started to reach towards him but the warm eating utensil in her hand remind her that she had a rathe hot dish of food. Food or help? Food or help? Lymlseia took only a moment to decide putting side her own hunger for a fellow Healer's well being- well sort. She took a few more mouthfuls, chewed and swallowed. "And yes, you're completely allowed to call me Lym." she said in a slightly more jovial tone. She'd not seem him this amped up--ever. A Beaming exciting Talian, was something completely forun to her.
Kerrin was given a polite bow of her head. "Sorry." she said quickly. She inhaled and then reached to touch Talian's wrist. "He's checking his pulse, for a elevation..." she pursed her lips a moment. "You know how when you run your heart beats faster? He's checking for that." she explains. She turned around and then realized this wasn't Ista's Healing hall ,and there were no apprentices to order around. She let her fingers drop. "Say.. Pa'ra... Err Par'a.." she said in a somewhat formal tone. "Would you do me a big favor? please... I am a healer and need my bag.." she seemed more shy about it after a second and then nodded to something perhaps she herself had thought of. "You said you don't do sick, Tal, might be sick but I wanna check... and I need my bag." she kept her voice stead and turned back Talian.
"What did you do? You're not normally this... lively.. jittery... drink to many cups of Klah on a late tnight work frenzy?" she asked. Too many cups of ingested or strong Klah could produce the same effects, but this was almost... like he'd ingested or injected something /else/.