17.Jul.18, 03:05 AM
One would think that being friends with Indivara meant he was always prepared to find her hurt or sick. He honestly was prepared for when she was sick, knowing how to get her to a Healer or one to her and which herbs and medicine to make sure she took at the right time and even helped with changing out the cloth on her head when she had a fever. Finding her on the ground and unconscious wasn't something he had run into a lot growing up himself but even if he had, this time was different. Well, if he was going to believe what Vydoriath told him that Venseth told him on their last trip to Telgar, anyway, and R'vi was inclined to believe it was true, not only because Veeth apparently chimed in on the gossip party and was dancing around in excitement, but because he could see his friend's slender form had a bit of a belly starting to show. That worried him further but Indivara was coming to and while they weren't entirely coherent, she was asking questions.
"Doesn't seem like he's here," he started with the easy question of where V'ler was. Considering the man wasn't out there with them and fussing, it was safe to assume he was out. Then again, R'vi knew about V'ler's aversion to blood so maybe passed out women also made him faint and he was lying on the ground somewhere?He is not. He went to Fort Weyr with Veeth, according to Venseth. Vydoriath's sigh at his rider's odd jumps of logic was loud and R'vi frowned slightly, but was relieved he didn't have to play Healer to two people that afternoon. The day is still young. He deserved that and probably jinxed himself to boot.
"And I'm not surprised your head hurts. The floor of the weyr, especially without a pillow, is a bit hard when your head meets it." He doubted she had been sitting on the floor when the desire to stay awake faild her, and even then, R'vi suspected it wouldn't be a soft fall for the head.
At Indivara's warning that she was getting up, R'vi leaned back from his close inspection of her head and removed his hands so he wouldn't be in her way. When she was settled on the floor across from him and trying her best to ignore what happened, she was treated with a lopsided and somewhat bewildered smile. "My day's been great so far, though I like how you go for a head start on afternoon naps. I usually take mine a couple of hours from now."
He studied her a moment longer, smile still in place to hopefully show he wasn't still worried about her and noted the way she cradled her middle and definitely believed the dragon gossip. He'd comment on that soon enough but first he had to ask the important question, and his quips had probably already given him away, but still he asked, "now, tell me which Vian I am so I know for sure your head is fine."
"Doesn't seem like he's here," he started with the easy question of where V'ler was. Considering the man wasn't out there with them and fussing, it was safe to assume he was out. Then again, R'vi knew about V'ler's aversion to blood so maybe passed out women also made him faint and he was lying on the ground somewhere?
"And I'm not surprised your head hurts. The floor of the weyr, especially without a pillow, is a bit hard when your head meets it." He doubted she had been sitting on the floor when the desire to stay awake faild her, and even then, R'vi suspected it wouldn't be a soft fall for the head.
At Indivara's warning that she was getting up, R'vi leaned back from his close inspection of her head and removed his hands so he wouldn't be in her way. When she was settled on the floor across from him and trying her best to ignore what happened, she was treated with a lopsided and somewhat bewildered smile. "My day's been great so far, though I like how you go for a head start on afternoon naps. I usually take mine a couple of hours from now."
He studied her a moment longer, smile still in place to hopefully show he wasn't still worried about her and noted the way she cradled her middle and definitely believed the dragon gossip. He'd comment on that soon enough but first he had to ask the important question, and his quips had probably already given him away, but still he asked, "now, tell me which Vian I am so I know for sure your head is fine."