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17.Feb.12, 05:28 AM
Healer instincts indeed. Had he knowledge of what exactly B'jin had done to himself, he might have had a better remedy than just klah. In fact, he already suspected water was a better option. Either way, he still said nothing to Larrikith. He didn't expect her to mind.
"I don't think this is much about me," he said mildly as he stepped into the room. He hovered near B'jin, not too close and not too far, as he handed the mug of klah over. "Larrikith said you would want this," he said, voice shallow and torn. He looked at his feet. "Not to contradict her, but I think water might be a better option. You look hung over." Talian noticed the man's lack of hygiene, but he didn't care. He'd spent years at Healer Hall putting up with blood and vomit. A little body odor from an overdue shower was nothing.
The healer's brows furrowed. He gave B'jin a quick once-over, searching for signs of any other damage. It looked like a pretty standard hangover. "You should probably eat something as well," Talian advised, his tone so polished and distant that it sounded almost manicured. It was his professional voice, the one he used for patients.
He deflated a bit as the seconds passed, reminding himself that B'jin wasn't actually his patient. Concern flashed across his face. "...Why did you do this to yourself, B'jin? Are you all right?" B'jin seemed happy, but Talian was no fool. He knew that the happiest looking men sometimes held the darkest secrets or carried the greatest burdens. B'jin's personal life, judging by the little glimpses Talian had gotten at his last meeting, was chaotic.
He noticed B'jin's flinch, but said nothing. He assumed the dragon was badmouthing him, or something along those lines. Maybe scolding B'jin for being drunk. Talian didn't necessarily want to tell B'jin that Larrikith had bespoken him in any significant way, so as badly as he wanted to ask 'what did you remember', he resisted. He just waited quietly, sad eyes fixed on B'jin, awaiting explanation.
"I don't think this is much about me," he said mildly as he stepped into the room. He hovered near B'jin, not too close and not too far, as he handed the mug of klah over. "Larrikith said you would want this," he said, voice shallow and torn. He looked at his feet. "Not to contradict her, but I think water might be a better option. You look hung over." Talian noticed the man's lack of hygiene, but he didn't care. He'd spent years at Healer Hall putting up with blood and vomit. A little body odor from an overdue shower was nothing.
The healer's brows furrowed. He gave B'jin a quick once-over, searching for signs of any other damage. It looked like a pretty standard hangover. "You should probably eat something as well," Talian advised, his tone so polished and distant that it sounded almost manicured. It was his professional voice, the one he used for patients.
He deflated a bit as the seconds passed, reminding himself that B'jin wasn't actually his patient. Concern flashed across his face. "...Why did you do this to yourself, B'jin? Are you all right?" B'jin seemed happy, but Talian was no fool. He knew that the happiest looking men sometimes held the darkest secrets or carried the greatest burdens. B'jin's personal life, judging by the little glimpses Talian had gotten at his last meeting, was chaotic.
He noticed B'jin's flinch, but said nothing. He assumed the dragon was badmouthing him, or something along those lines. Maybe scolding B'jin for being drunk. Talian didn't necessarily want to tell B'jin that Larrikith had bespoken him in any significant way, so as badly as he wanted to ask 'what did you remember', he resisted. He just waited quietly, sad eyes fixed on B'jin, awaiting explanation.
