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16.Jan.20, 04:48 AM
The sound of the door opening had F’drel looking up, though he returned to watching Quinvalis once he’d confirmed it was just Quilriana returning. She looked a little more put together than he did at that moment, but she had probably gone to clean up and eat real food while she was out of the weyr. Which made sense, even if F’drel was a little surprised she had left Quinvalis with no one watching him - she hadn’t been there when F’drel woke up, after all. F’drel hadn’t felt comfortable leaving him alone, and even if Quilriana had been there asleep he probably wouldn’t have considered that sufficient. And if he was this bad with a fairly casual friend he couldn’t imagine how he’d be if it were R’dal who was hurt and unconscious, or Faranth forbid, one of his siblings. He’d be an absolute mess.
He blinked up at the offered mug, accepting it with a quiet thanks. Klah was always good. F’drel knew he probably drank too much of the stuff, but it was better than some of the possible alternatives. Fellis, for example. Klah didn’t do that to you, and it gave him something to busy his hands with, both making it and holding a mug. Before even considering saying anything else F’drel took a few sips of the warm drink.
“One of my sisters is the same,” he said finally, spinning the mug in his hands and resuming watching Quinvalis, “Loves the smell, can’t stand drinking it. She would sometimes take a mug to smell it and warm her hands, then when she was bored of that she’d give it to me to actually drink it.” F’drel wasn’t good at small talk, and he was loathe to impart any information about his family that could be used against them, but Quilriana needed the distraction and a sister not liking klah was benign enough.
“Have you sent word to Quilista yet?” F’drel asked, wondering if she’d done that while she was out of the weyr that morning. He’d have sent word immediately, but he didn’t know Quilista, and he wasn’t her mother, so F’drel wasn’t going to tell Quilriana what to do. Even if he thought she really should have by then.
He blinked up at the offered mug, accepting it with a quiet thanks. Klah was always good. F’drel knew he probably drank too much of the stuff, but it was better than some of the possible alternatives. Fellis, for example. Klah didn’t do that to you, and it gave him something to busy his hands with, both making it and holding a mug. Before even considering saying anything else F’drel took a few sips of the warm drink.
“One of my sisters is the same,” he said finally, spinning the mug in his hands and resuming watching Quinvalis, “Loves the smell, can’t stand drinking it. She would sometimes take a mug to smell it and warm her hands, then when she was bored of that she’d give it to me to actually drink it.” F’drel wasn’t good at small talk, and he was loathe to impart any information about his family that could be used against them, but Quilriana needed the distraction and a sister not liking klah was benign enough.
“Have you sent word to Quilista yet?” F’drel asked, wondering if she’d done that while she was out of the weyr that morning. He’d have sent word immediately, but he didn’t know Quilista, and he wasn’t her mother, so F’drel wasn’t going to tell Quilriana what to do. Even if he thought she really should have by then.
