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30.Jun.19, 10:39 PM
L’gan accepted the klah gratefully, taking a sip and sighing happily. “Thank you… I completely forgot to pick some up on my way down here. My savior as usual,” he said with a grin. Setting the mug carefully away he began to prepare the ingredients. “If it wasn’t studying or doing your own prep, what brought you down here?” he asked.
She asked about his patient, who they had both treated before. “She’s doing alright, sleeping well, but I wanted to try something new. I might need to pick your brain, actually. You’ve always been so much cleverer at mixing medicines than me.” He told her more about the trials he’d done already and their outcomes, sitting on one of the high stools as he worked.
As they talked, he had her measure out the concentrated fellis used for pills or situations where a pure liquid form wasn’t ideal. He wrote everything carefully and neatly in shorthand in the record he kept on this experiment. After the wet and dry ingredients and the binder were mixed, he carefully rolled the mixture to compress it until it fit into the grooves of the tile for shaping and drying.
“How have the twins been? Semath wants to know when she’ll get to see them again.” L’gan asked about their daughters. He felt a twinge of guilt that he hadn’t been able to spend more time with them between Impressing so soon after their birth, and then with his dual responsibilities to Weyr and Hall. Still, he was glad that Sariel did not seem to bear a grudge against him on that account. His mother helped some with their care, and she had sent him frequent letters while he was at Ista.
She asked about his patient, who they had both treated before. “She’s doing alright, sleeping well, but I wanted to try something new. I might need to pick your brain, actually. You’ve always been so much cleverer at mixing medicines than me.” He told her more about the trials he’d done already and their outcomes, sitting on one of the high stools as he worked.
As they talked, he had her measure out the concentrated fellis used for pills or situations where a pure liquid form wasn’t ideal. He wrote everything carefully and neatly in shorthand in the record he kept on this experiment. After the wet and dry ingredients and the binder were mixed, he carefully rolled the mixture to compress it until it fit into the grooves of the tile for shaping and drying.
“How have the twins been? Semath wants to know when she’ll get to see them again.” L’gan asked about their daughters. He felt a twinge of guilt that he hadn’t been able to spend more time with them between Impressing so soon after their birth, and then with his dual responsibilities to Weyr and Hall. Still, he was glad that Sariel did not seem to bear a grudge against him on that account. His mother helped some with their care, and she had sent him frequent letters while he was at Ista.
