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24.Feb.12, 06:26 AM
Not much escaped those tawny eyes when Tal was on top of his game. His thymus treatments usually kept him hazy and unfocused, but that wasn’t the case today. He watched in silence as the girl examined his cut. Her mind was clearly hard at work. The deliberate way she looked down stuck out to him in particular, though his own eyes were just as traitorous, widening slightly as he took note of her actions.
Tal knew his wound was nothing serious. It was mere tear, and a relatively clean one at that. It was likely to reopen if he stretched it too much during the healing process, but that was it. A bandage and the occasional cleaning would take care of it. There’s no way she was thinking so hard about such an inconsequential injury. Her gears were obviously turning, though. They were turning hard.
She recognizes me he realized, not sure if he was disappointed or not.
Mercifully, she didn’t make a big deal of it. She seemed a little startled by his recognition of her, but his explanation must have been sufficient. She’d relaxed, though Tal thought he might have detected a hint of excitement or accomplishment lurking in her eyes.
“Red it is, then,” he replied agreeably. His face fell within seconds. “You’ve heard a lot about me, huh?” he asked in a mellow tone. He wasn’t surprised. In all honestly, he’d been enjoying his anonymity at Katila.
He considered her words for a moment as he hesitantly offered his hand a second time, having withdrawn it out of habit only moments before. It took great faith for him to allow her to wrap his hand. He never let anyone else work on him. It was a small thing, yes, but it was important to him. His jaw set itself in anxiety as he watched her work, asking himself why he’d even allowed it. It was an act of trust, but she was a stranger. Did he want to establish some sort of bond with a fellow healer, someone who shared at least part of his pre-Katilan life? Or was he just being polite?
Bah, he was confusing himself by over-thinking again. Either way, she’d done an excellent job. His rigidness faded a bit as he pulled his hand back, looking over her work with a pleased eye. “Arrogance isn’t exactly appropriate for someone in our craft, don’t you think?” he mused lightly as he looked back at her, smiling in spite of himself. “I don’t know, I guess I just don’t have it in me.”
He laughed gently at her final comment. He imagined she was being modest. That was better than the alternatives – vindictive, jealous, or even intimidated. He’d run across that quite often back at home. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” he assured her. “I appreciate the concern. You did a good job with the bandage,” he said. “What’s your specialty?”
His attention was momentarily seized by the little girl who’d just entered. Tal watched with uncertainty as the girl spoke. He hadn’t asked for her explanation, but it didn’t surprise him. His lips curled inward with anxiety. “Trust me,” he said with Indiviara, his voice distant without being overly cold, “I’m well aware of the Weyr’s control tactics. What amazes me is how many of the others are blind to it.”
Tal knew his wound was nothing serious. It was mere tear, and a relatively clean one at that. It was likely to reopen if he stretched it too much during the healing process, but that was it. A bandage and the occasional cleaning would take care of it. There’s no way she was thinking so hard about such an inconsequential injury. Her gears were obviously turning, though. They were turning hard.
She recognizes me he realized, not sure if he was disappointed or not.
Mercifully, she didn’t make a big deal of it. She seemed a little startled by his recognition of her, but his explanation must have been sufficient. She’d relaxed, though Tal thought he might have detected a hint of excitement or accomplishment lurking in her eyes.
“Red it is, then,” he replied agreeably. His face fell within seconds. “You’ve heard a lot about me, huh?” he asked in a mellow tone. He wasn’t surprised. In all honestly, he’d been enjoying his anonymity at Katila.
He considered her words for a moment as he hesitantly offered his hand a second time, having withdrawn it out of habit only moments before. It took great faith for him to allow her to wrap his hand. He never let anyone else work on him. It was a small thing, yes, but it was important to him. His jaw set itself in anxiety as he watched her work, asking himself why he’d even allowed it. It was an act of trust, but she was a stranger. Did he want to establish some sort of bond with a fellow healer, someone who shared at least part of his pre-Katilan life? Or was he just being polite?
Bah, he was confusing himself by over-thinking again. Either way, she’d done an excellent job. His rigidness faded a bit as he pulled his hand back, looking over her work with a pleased eye. “Arrogance isn’t exactly appropriate for someone in our craft, don’t you think?” he mused lightly as he looked back at her, smiling in spite of himself. “I don’t know, I guess I just don’t have it in me.”
He laughed gently at her final comment. He imagined she was being modest. That was better than the alternatives – vindictive, jealous, or even intimidated. He’d run across that quite often back at home. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” he assured her. “I appreciate the concern. You did a good job with the bandage,” he said. “What’s your specialty?”
His attention was momentarily seized by the little girl who’d just entered. Tal watched with uncertainty as the girl spoke. He hadn’t asked for her explanation, but it didn’t surprise him. His lips curled inward with anxiety. “Trust me,” he said with Indiviara, his voice distant without being overly cold, “I’m well aware of the Weyr’s control tactics. What amazes me is how many of the others are blind to it.”
