01.Feb.12, 03:56 AM
Sometimes ballads were written with slight exaggeration to make the tale more heroic and epic or enhance the subject matter to tug at your heart either from love or sorrow but that wasn’t Valerian’s style and he wouldn’t appreciate his time in the healing hall receiving such a treatment either. To say Valerian took the removal of the grit from his wound well would leave the speaker telling fibs which, even as the subject of the ego-boosting comments, the Harper wouldn’t appreciate. He flinched when the first stone was removed but couldn’t contain the hiss that the second caused. It took a lot of willpower to not kick the healer or to pull away from the man that was only trying to do his job and ensure a proper recovery would follow. In other words, Talian had his patient’s self-preservation and fondness for himself as a whole, not with holes, to thank.
So Valerian pointed that out once the third and final stone was freed. “Sting? Shards… Aren’t healers supposed to have a gentle touch? This is decidedly lacking in gentle and you almost earned a reflective kick for your efforts,” grumbling about Talian’s faults helped keep his mind from wandering into the dangerous area of too much pain which would potentially leave him collapsing against the healer or back against the bed; either option being slightly embarrassing with Allendris in the room.
Speaking of the glass-smith, Valerian decided to use him as a further distraction from his minor surgery since it also kept his eyes from spotting the way the tweezers worked on him and the blood that coated metal and stone. His stomach wasn’t particularly weak but given his current state of being, the images were leaving him slightly queasy. “No you didn’t and it’s possibly a good thing since you seem to be a hazard to yourself. No outside help required.” He gave Allendris a small, challenging grin even as he positioned his leg once more for Talian to finish up with and lifted his arms, palms up, to show the light scratches his tumble had produced on those limbs.
So Valerian pointed that out once the third and final stone was freed. “Sting? Shards… Aren’t healers supposed to have a gentle touch? This is decidedly lacking in gentle and you almost earned a reflective kick for your efforts,” grumbling about Talian’s faults helped keep his mind from wandering into the dangerous area of too much pain which would potentially leave him collapsing against the healer or back against the bed; either option being slightly embarrassing with Allendris in the room.
Speaking of the glass-smith, Valerian decided to use him as a further distraction from his minor surgery since it also kept his eyes from spotting the way the tweezers worked on him and the blood that coated metal and stone. His stomach wasn’t particularly weak but given his current state of being, the images were leaving him slightly queasy. “No you didn’t and it’s possibly a good thing since you seem to be a hazard to yourself. No outside help required.” He gave Allendris a small, challenging grin even as he positioned his leg once more for Talian to finish up with and lifted his arms, palms up, to show the light scratches his tumble had produced on those limbs.