03.Dec.19, 03:14 AM
The blush continued as Quinvalis allowed himself to be ushered inside and then fussed over. Both things were why he had hobbled to L'gan's weyr to begin with but he hadn't been expecting a pretty and petite woman to be looking after him. But she said she was also trained in the craft and he focused on that to help get himself under control. He was there for treatment and Sariel was able to provide it.
He nodded at the suggestion to get off his feet and plunked himself down in a chair, sighing in relief from getting off the ankle. "Thank you for helping, Sariel. Oh, I'm Quinvalis," he hastily added, realising he hadn't introduced himself when she had. The headache wasn't helping him much and he'd gone into awkward introvert mode as soon as the door opened so he was in quite the state at the moment.
"I re-injured the ankle I sprained at a Hatching last year," oh, look! He wasn't stuttering! Quinvalis mentally patted himself on the back for sounding vaguely normal but figured it was because he was staring at his hand holding the towel to his arm and focusing on his injuries and not Sariel. "Took over two months for that to heal. This isn't nearly as painful but I'm also not the Healer." He chuckled softly and then winced as he moved the towel accidentally causing it to brush against his tender skin.
"And I burnt my forearm on a tray fresh from the fire and I don't know how to treat that." Honestly, that really was surprising since he had spent years living and working in a tavern. But he didn't spend too much time making the food, being the one that did more of the cleaning or peeling vegetables.
He nodded at the suggestion to get off his feet and plunked himself down in a chair, sighing in relief from getting off the ankle. "Thank you for helping, Sariel. Oh, I'm Quinvalis," he hastily added, realising he hadn't introduced himself when she had. The headache wasn't helping him much and he'd gone into awkward introvert mode as soon as the door opened so he was in quite the state at the moment.
"I re-injured the ankle I sprained at a Hatching last year," oh, look! He wasn't stuttering! Quinvalis mentally patted himself on the back for sounding vaguely normal but figured it was because he was staring at his hand holding the towel to his arm and focusing on his injuries and not Sariel. "Took over two months for that to heal. This isn't nearly as painful but I'm also not the Healer." He chuckled softly and then winced as he moved the towel accidentally causing it to brush against his tender skin.
"And I burnt my forearm on a tray fresh from the fire and I don't know how to treat that." Honestly, that really was surprising since he had spent years living and working in a tavern. But he didn't spend too much time making the food, being the one that did more of the cleaning or peeling vegetables.