11.Dec.20, 07:24 PM
The fact that Cazan still wasn’t feeling well and wanted him to visit as soon as he could had T’ryn ditching any plans he had that day. This wasn’t the first time she had been unwell over the last several weeks and T’ryn was close to bringing a healer with him. Maybe he’d get Syrendryth to hunt one down for him if Cazan confirmed she still hadn’t found the time. They had shrugged it off as bad food or a stomach bug but he was getting worried now. Instead he took a deep breath—at his dragon’s insistence—and ran around to put together a care package to bring with him.
He didn’t think he was being stealthy when he entered her weyr and greeted Cazan but T’ryn frowned and then smiled at her startled reaction that resulted in a tight squeezing hug. He returned it, though on the lighter side since she wasn’t feeling well—and then was glad he did so when Cazan was suddenly breaking free with the intent to vomit. Not usually the reaction a man wanted from his girlfriend but at least she had warned she was sick.
He gave her a bit of privacy though instinct was to go and comfort her. He busied himself with checking on the water he saw boiling on the fire, removing it a minute later, though he wasn’t sure what tea Cazan was making. He saw the mint and the tin she had been holding when he arrived. Mint was probably better for her stomach and that was steeping by the time Cazan returned.
“Hey,” he greeted her again, this time taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead. At least she didn’t seem feverish. “I brought some freshly between-chilled juice and slices of fruit, an extra shirt so you can steal this one and snuggle with it when I eventually have to go back to Telgar, and a completely unhelpful right now but maybe later cookies that I got from C’dhin before coming here. He said they’re pretty light so they might sit well. Oh, and I made mint tea. Sit, I’ll bring it to you.”
T’ryn quickly grabbed the mug and brought it over to the couch, sitting down beside Cazan, letting her settle in against him however was comfortable for her in the moment.
He didn’t think he was being stealthy when he entered her weyr and greeted Cazan but T’ryn frowned and then smiled at her startled reaction that resulted in a tight squeezing hug. He returned it, though on the lighter side since she wasn’t feeling well—and then was glad he did so when Cazan was suddenly breaking free with the intent to vomit. Not usually the reaction a man wanted from his girlfriend but at least she had warned she was sick.
He gave her a bit of privacy though instinct was to go and comfort her. He busied himself with checking on the water he saw boiling on the fire, removing it a minute later, though he wasn’t sure what tea Cazan was making. He saw the mint and the tin she had been holding when he arrived. Mint was probably better for her stomach and that was steeping by the time Cazan returned.
“Hey,” he greeted her again, this time taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead. At least she didn’t seem feverish. “I brought some freshly between-chilled juice and slices of fruit, an extra shirt so you can steal this one and snuggle with it when I eventually have to go back to Telgar, and a completely unhelpful right now but maybe later cookies that I got from C’dhin before coming here. He said they’re pretty light so they might sit well. Oh, and I made mint tea. Sit, I’ll bring it to you.”
T’ryn quickly grabbed the mug and brought it over to the couch, sitting down beside Cazan, letting her settle in against him however was comfortable for her in the moment.