03.Jul.21, 12:38 PM
Fuck it.
Narinoa couldn’t stand by and watch dragonets be injured, especially when the few dragonhealers in the Weyr were still relatively new and mostly book-learned with little practical skills under their belt. This was his struggle with being a Candidate still and why he almost dropped out after Erebuth was injured. But he could lend a hand and offer suggestions while still being somewhat actively Standing. It wasn’t like he was leaving the Grounds anyway. He gave a look over his shoulder to L’gan, and nodded at the unspoken question he saw in the greenrider’s expression. Yes, his help wouldn’t be seen as overstepping.
Narinoa made his way through the groups to where the injured hatchlings were being tended. Most had calmed down temper-wise but he could tell they were anxious and some in pain. His eyes kept darting over to the bronze that the healers hadn’t approached yet as his new mate tried to calm him down further. That was good. They would get to him soon when he didn’t pose a risk to any healers. Narinoa started with checking in on the brown that had been clawed, speaking softly to the pair as he introduced himself and what he was there to do. He acted more as assistant, letting one of the young dragonhealers take the lead and Narinoa encouraged him in his assessments as they worked.
By the time the blue made his appearance, Narinoa was smiling at his colleague and giving him praise for his work and then turning to praise the brown for being a good patient. But he was hot and needed a moment’s break. He quickly went to get a glass of water, draining it in three gulps before getting another and taking that one a bit slower as he watched the other healers work. After he finished his drink and breather, he’d step in so another could rest a moment. He was also curious about the bronze’s eye and how that was going.
Narinoa couldn’t stand by and watch dragonets be injured, especially when the few dragonhealers in the Weyr were still relatively new and mostly book-learned with little practical skills under their belt. This was his struggle with being a Candidate still and why he almost dropped out after Erebuth was injured. But he could lend a hand and offer suggestions while still being somewhat actively Standing. It wasn’t like he was leaving the Grounds anyway. He gave a look over his shoulder to L’gan, and nodded at the unspoken question he saw in the greenrider’s expression. Yes, his help wouldn’t be seen as overstepping.
Narinoa made his way through the groups to where the injured hatchlings were being tended. Most had calmed down temper-wise but he could tell they were anxious and some in pain. His eyes kept darting over to the bronze that the healers hadn’t approached yet as his new mate tried to calm him down further. That was good. They would get to him soon when he didn’t pose a risk to any healers. Narinoa started with checking in on the brown that had been clawed, speaking softly to the pair as he introduced himself and what he was there to do. He acted more as assistant, letting one of the young dragonhealers take the lead and Narinoa encouraged him in his assessments as they worked.
By the time the blue made his appearance, Narinoa was smiling at his colleague and giving him praise for his work and then turning to praise the brown for being a good patient. But he was hot and needed a moment’s break. He quickly went to get a glass of water, draining it in three gulps before getting another and taking that one a bit slower as he watched the other healers work. After he finished his drink and breather, he’d step in so another could rest a moment. He was also curious about the bronze’s eye and how that was going.