17.Apr.13, 01:10 AM
The green worried over that, then let it go. R'ana's way was not to wail and carry on around others unless she'd shattered utterly or lost her head. Shanith tried to reassure her that D'hys wouldn't hurt her, wondering why R'ana was terrified of that fact.
His touch had her jerking lightly then stilling. Pain flared and died as the cream cleaned the cut and R'ana felt him move to trace what felt like a scar. She nearly shrugged it off, but then it was common knowledge. If she told him, he wouldn't ask about the parts that weren't. "Former wingleader was a jerk. Thought lashing me would impart grace. It didn't and he kept trying. Weyrlingmaster did the same before the plague."
Shoulders shrugged and R'ana stepped away when she felt her robe placed back. She met his eyes and added, lightly, "You got lucky though. The next step was to volunteer you for teaching me. Doubt it would have worked though. Then wing practices were cancelled, so it became a moot point." The worst of her cuts tended, R'ana began wrapping her knee finishing quickly. "Thank you for tending that bite."
She started packing up quickly, working with a deft touch. R'ana was done quickly, everything stowed neatly in her bag. If only she had packed a change of clothes. She looked up at him and asked, "Would you like that oil delivered here one evening or shall I find you in the dining hall one day?"
Shanith lifted her head, and shook herself, coming to her feet with an eager motion.