17.Sep.13, 10:31 PM
She nodded, following him. He appeared to be in a good mood, which she felt was a good start to this little visit. She wasn't sure how she was going to go about what she wanted to yet, but she'd figure it out as she went all. She wasn't even sure what her goal here was, besides making sure she had healed up correctly. Start down the path to friendship? She supposed that was a good a place as any.
Once in the office, she set the basket down and opened it, gesturing at it softly. "That's for you," she said, blinking. "The women in the kitchens helped me bring it all together. It's not much, but its a combination thank you/make sure the healer hasn't starved to death - their words on the second part, not mine." She had heard just how reclusive the healer could be, so it wasn't surprising there was some teasing on the subject. She shrugged awkwardly, glancing away from the basket. "It's just a skin or two of wine and some of the better parts of tonight's roast, and some fresh rolls."
Turning back to T'lian, she slid off her boots and shrugged off her shirt so he could look over the previous injuries. Her ankle was still stiff from time to time, but it was fine for outings into the woods and work around the weyr. All the other injuries were closed up, with almost no marking. The one across her head however, was thick and shiny. She held still, waiting for him to look them over and ask whatever questions he had.
Knack watched this all the while, his head tilted curiously at the Queen. When Casa went to untangle him from around her neck, he creeled softly, huffing and making a nest out of her ratty, patched up tunic. She winced, hushing him with a thought, before turning back to T'lian apologetically. "Don't mind him," she said with a wry smile. "He doesn't like being moved..."
Once in the office, she set the basket down and opened it, gesturing at it softly. "That's for you," she said, blinking. "The women in the kitchens helped me bring it all together. It's not much, but its a combination thank you/make sure the healer hasn't starved to death - their words on the second part, not mine." She had heard just how reclusive the healer could be, so it wasn't surprising there was some teasing on the subject. She shrugged awkwardly, glancing away from the basket. "It's just a skin or two of wine and some of the better parts of tonight's roast, and some fresh rolls."
Turning back to T'lian, she slid off her boots and shrugged off her shirt so he could look over the previous injuries. Her ankle was still stiff from time to time, but it was fine for outings into the woods and work around the weyr. All the other injuries were closed up, with almost no marking. The one across her head however, was thick and shiny. She held still, waiting for him to look them over and ask whatever questions he had.
Knack watched this all the while, his head tilted curiously at the Queen. When Casa went to untangle him from around her neck, he creeled softly, huffing and making a nest out of her ratty, patched up tunic. She winced, hushing him with a thought, before turning back to T'lian apologetically. "Don't mind him," she said with a wry smile. "He doesn't like being moved..."