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26.Mar.12, 03:11 AM
Tal immediately went on alert when he realized R'nd was following him. The healer spun around and gave R'nd a cautious nod, not oblivious to the genuine warmth in the man's voice. Tal assumed that such warmth was aimed primarily or perhaps even completely towards B'jin, but he wasn't going to cold-shoulder a compliment.
"You're welcome," he replied, equally sincere but completely without friendliness. He didn't sound aggressive either, more just...indifferent. Businesslike Unimaginative. Medical emergencies required stern focus, and while Talian could lapse into that mood in an instant, it took a period of numbness to bring him out of it.
The fact that he was talking to on of his captors didn't help, but his determination remained; if B'jin liked this man, Talian would try to be friendly towards him. The young man was totally unaware of his own rigidness.
"He's a better father to me than my own father ever was. If I can't do something like this for him, then I have no worth," he said as he took another long drink of his klah. This single, cold bit of elaboration was all he had to say on the matter.
He didn't make it much farther before B'jin appeared unexpectedly and took his drink from him. Tal looked at B'jin with an expression of utter heartbreak. "But.." he complained, pawing weakly after his drink before he felt B'jin's warm embrace surround him.
"Oh...B'jin," Talian said, his exterior defenses melting as he wrapped his arms around the man in return, ever mindful of the stitches. "....You'e welcome. Any time," he crooned.
He peeled away and frowned a bit. This bit of news wasn't good. "You can;t get the stitches wet," he said with a bit of a pout. "You'll have to get spongebaths until they come out...which, I'll need you to come see me in 6 sevendays for," he explained. They may take a little more or a little less, but that was his best estimation.
Tal managed a weary smile. "I...I am glad I could at least be there to help," he said. He thought back on the events and shivered. He felt even more like a captive now, though he didn't make any move to actively express his feelings. Those who looked close enough would see it lingering behind his usually bright eyes. Otherwise, he was quiet, but noticeably meek.
He reminded himself never, ever to offend a dragonrider. Especially the Weyrleader.
"You're welcome," he replied, equally sincere but completely without friendliness. He didn't sound aggressive either, more just...indifferent. Businesslike Unimaginative. Medical emergencies required stern focus, and while Talian could lapse into that mood in an instant, it took a period of numbness to bring him out of it.
The fact that he was talking to on of his captors didn't help, but his determination remained; if B'jin liked this man, Talian would try to be friendly towards him. The young man was totally unaware of his own rigidness.
"He's a better father to me than my own father ever was. If I can't do something like this for him, then I have no worth," he said as he took another long drink of his klah. This single, cold bit of elaboration was all he had to say on the matter.
He didn't make it much farther before B'jin appeared unexpectedly and took his drink from him. Tal looked at B'jin with an expression of utter heartbreak. "But.." he complained, pawing weakly after his drink before he felt B'jin's warm embrace surround him.
"Oh...B'jin," Talian said, his exterior defenses melting as he wrapped his arms around the man in return, ever mindful of the stitches. "....You'e welcome. Any time," he crooned.
He peeled away and frowned a bit. This bit of news wasn't good. "You can;t get the stitches wet," he said with a bit of a pout. "You'll have to get spongebaths until they come out...which, I'll need you to come see me in 6 sevendays for," he explained. They may take a little more or a little less, but that was his best estimation.
Tal managed a weary smile. "I...I am glad I could at least be there to help," he said. He thought back on the events and shivered. He felt even more like a captive now, though he didn't make any move to actively express his feelings. Those who looked close enough would see it lingering behind his usually bright eyes. Otherwise, he was quiet, but noticeably meek.
He reminded himself never, ever to offend a dragonrider. Especially the Weyrleader.
