09.Sep.13, 03:56 AM
Oh yes, because that was what T'lian wanted...to hear all about being kidnapped again. He was still certain he'd never forgive the dragonriders for what they'd done, but these days he could at least concede that his life was improved by it. He was free of his father, had a new and better one, had Khaduceth, and when he returned, he could resume his career as he would have preferred. All he wanted was to be a healer and do research in his spare time, and this way he didn't have to worry about being pressured into aiming for Masterhealer.
Even with all this on his mind, he still didn't want to think about it. A suitable outcome didn't forgive pain and suffering, and he imagined for everyone who got out of it like he did, two others had their lives ruined.
He wasn't exactly angry, but he was highly unimpressed, at least until she got to the point. He looked back at her with a blank expression, clutching the little bulge in this shirt almost like a woman carrying a child, and then frowned. It looked like she was one of those people he'd just been thinking about. Taken from a sick husband? Perhaps T'lian could (and should) add 'accessroy to murder' to the dragonriders' crimes.
He seated himself again and stroked the bulge in his shirt. "I'm sorry to hear about that," he said slowly, his expression gradually slipping into a more serious frown. "Well, illness isn't my specialty and it's difficult to tell from a description alone, but I'll give it a shot if you tell me about it," he said.
Even with all this on his mind, he still didn't want to think about it. A suitable outcome didn't forgive pain and suffering, and he imagined for everyone who got out of it like he did, two others had their lives ruined.
He wasn't exactly angry, but he was highly unimpressed, at least until she got to the point. He looked back at her with a blank expression, clutching the little bulge in this shirt almost like a woman carrying a child, and then frowned. It looked like she was one of those people he'd just been thinking about. Taken from a sick husband? Perhaps T'lian could (and should) add 'accessroy to murder' to the dragonriders' crimes.
He seated himself again and stroked the bulge in his shirt. "I'm sorry to hear about that," he said slowly, his expression gradually slipping into a more serious frown. "Well, illness isn't my specialty and it's difficult to tell from a description alone, but I'll give it a shot if you tell me about it," he said.