15.Aug.19, 12:21 PM
Beckitt felt sick to his stomach with nerves. Sariel, the healer-candidate had called out directly to Thallyath. So much for doing anything subtle to help. “Are you crazy?” He hissed, staring at her in disbelief. “Talking to an upset gold who has already tried to kill her eggs?! You’re going to get us all killed!”
He couldn’t help a slightly hysterical laugh as Sariel suggested exactly what Narinoa had just said wouldn’t even matter. “Even if we do, they might already be dead or just not Impress.” He looked green. “We’d be lucky if anyone ever lets us stand again, interfering like that.” He got a look at the Masterhealer and other healers. “You’ll be lucky if you’re not kicked out of the Hall. Your mate and Master Verec look apoplectic.”
Kitt swallowed, thinking rapidly. “Maybe we can just check on them? Listen for movement but not interfere unless they ask us to?”
He couldn’t help a slightly hysterical laugh as Sariel suggested exactly what Narinoa had just said wouldn’t even matter. “Even if we do, they might already be dead or just not Impress.” He looked green. “We’d be lucky if anyone ever lets us stand again, interfering like that.” He got a look at the Masterhealer and other healers. “You’ll be lucky if you’re not kicked out of the Hall. Your mate and Master Verec look apoplectic.”
Kitt swallowed, thinking rapidly. “Maybe we can just check on them? Listen for movement but not interfere unless they ask us to?”