17.Feb.12, 04:27 AM
Talian wasn't sure what to do once faced with the dragon. His meek expression was completely overshadowed by a momentary flash of disgust, but he managed to suppress it after a moment's consideration. He'd never bothered to hide his dislike of the dragon, but he didn't intend to go around broadcasting it, either. B'jin and Larrikith both knew how he felt, and emphasizing it over and over wasn't going to change anything. Talian wasn't vindictive enough for it to make him feel better, either.
His emotions at that moment were less hatred and more extreme discomfort. Upon hearing her voice in his mind, his muscles instinctively tightened and he took a backwards step. He didn't have a chance to beg out before she continued, though. B'jin apparently wasn't feeling well. She was watching over him and...requesting help?
Talian narrowed his eyes mistrustfully at the creature. While he had no desire to fraternize with her or help her in any way, she was making her request on B'jin's behalf. B'jin deserved it, and Larrikith wouldn't lie about his condition. Talian understood dragons well enough to know that.
Talian stepped forward almost involuntarily. He still didn't quite understand his own devotion to the greenrider who'd ruined his life. It was there, though, and Talian surely couldn't leave him ill. The healer moved forward and minced his way through B'jin's hut, taking great care not to disturb anything as he made his way to the kitchen. He didn't ask Larrikith where anything was. He just spent a few minutes looking for it all. Before long, the concerned but amazingly uncomfortable young man had some klah brewing.
When it was finished, Tal poured a cup for himself first and took a long drink. He readied a second one for B'jin and stuck his head into the next room, looking to see if the greenrider was awake.
His emotions at that moment were less hatred and more extreme discomfort. Upon hearing her voice in his mind, his muscles instinctively tightened and he took a backwards step. He didn't have a chance to beg out before she continued, though. B'jin apparently wasn't feeling well. She was watching over him and...requesting help?
Talian narrowed his eyes mistrustfully at the creature. While he had no desire to fraternize with her or help her in any way, she was making her request on B'jin's behalf. B'jin deserved it, and Larrikith wouldn't lie about his condition. Talian understood dragons well enough to know that.
Talian stepped forward almost involuntarily. He still didn't quite understand his own devotion to the greenrider who'd ruined his life. It was there, though, and Talian surely couldn't leave him ill. The healer moved forward and minced his way through B'jin's hut, taking great care not to disturb anything as he made his way to the kitchen. He didn't ask Larrikith where anything was. He just spent a few minutes looking for it all. Before long, the concerned but amazingly uncomfortable young man had some klah brewing.
When it was finished, Tal poured a cup for himself first and took a long drink. He readied a second one for B'jin and stuck his head into the next room, looking to see if the greenrider was awake.