23.Apr.12, 09:11 PM
Slow deep breatrhs. Weyr leaders to face indeed. Lymsleia stood up and locked eyes with, S'kf. Her heart sank. "You... need to... bed now." she barked. "I'll go and see D'ren, but you need to be... in bed." she muttered. She could practically smell the sickness.
"Or.. ok,,, I'll go with you but then we need to get you into the bed, get you well, ok S'kef?" her normal maternal tone and resurfaced and flowered easily upon noting his state. She grabbed her bag and walked. "I need to follow you,huh?" she tried to sound slightly insolent, tried to hide her worry under bravado. S'kef looked bad- at least to her eyes.
"Or.. ok,,, I'll go with you but then we need to get you into the bed, get you well, ok S'kef?" her normal maternal tone and resurfaced and flowered easily upon noting his state. She grabbed her bag and walked. "I need to follow you,huh?" she tried to sound slightly insolent, tried to hide her worry under bravado. S'kef looked bad- at least to her eyes.