22.Dec.13, 04:26 PM
S'cer was hardly the type to swoon in any case; while his preferences in bed partners made him a good choice for a greenrider, he was hardly feminine. Turns of work in the fields and now caring for Quelseth had toughened him up in more ways than one--his Stealing had effectively made him distrustful of everyone and more a workaholic than he had been previously. T'lian's dry sense of humor pleased him; a smile curled at the corners of S'cer's mouth, and he huffed a small laugh.
"She'll come through it," he said, a bit brusquer than he had intended. Both he and Quelseth were tired of healers poking and prodding only to come away puzzled. Every time they went in Quelseth came out unsettled and panicked, and it never failed to make him tetchy as well; unfortunately there was always the fear that something small would escalate into a dehabilitating sickness--the memory of the plague was always there, even if it was evident that Quelseth had never contracted it.
But T'lian didn't deserve his anger, and the weyrling frowned, backtracking almost immediately. "I'm sorry, but it's a touchy subject." S'cer was glad when T'lain suggested getting out of the rain, pleased for a change of subject. He glanced down at his muddy riding leathers and then to Khaduceth. "Er, my hut is closer and I wouldn't want to go to the Dining Hall in this mess. If you and Khaduceth don't mind, that is--it'd be faster flying, you wouldn't get as wet." He shrugged; rain didn't bother him in the slightest, and walking never hurt anyone, but he would let T'lian decide.
"She'll come through it," he said, a bit brusquer than he had intended. Both he and Quelseth were tired of healers poking and prodding only to come away puzzled. Every time they went in Quelseth came out unsettled and panicked, and it never failed to make him tetchy as well; unfortunately there was always the fear that something small would escalate into a dehabilitating sickness--the memory of the plague was always there, even if it was evident that Quelseth had never contracted it.
But T'lian didn't deserve his anger, and the weyrling frowned, backtracking almost immediately. "I'm sorry, but it's a touchy subject." S'cer was glad when T'lain suggested getting out of the rain, pleased for a change of subject. He glanced down at his muddy riding leathers and then to Khaduceth. "Er, my hut is closer and I wouldn't want to go to the Dining Hall in this mess. If you and Khaduceth don't mind, that is--it'd be faster flying, you wouldn't get as wet." He shrugged; rain didn't bother him in the slightest, and walking never hurt anyone, but he would let T'lian decide.