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31.May.18, 01:02 AM
Misharan couldn’t help but wince when Ayontay was bitten by the irritated little blue. He’d never gotten a serious injury at a Hatching himself (he’d gotten knocked over by a wild wing flap once, but he hadn’t actually gotten hurt), but he’d seen a few over the turns. A bite wasn’t the worst that could happen, but hands were weirdly sensitive and less serious injuries could be worse when on hands.
Still a bit sluggish from waking up too early, he didn’t react immediately to Mylorah calling her brother’s name. By the time he realized it was her voice Kordiavis seemed to have already responded. Good on him, honestly. Let cool heads prevail and all that. He moved over closer to them, hoping that his presence would reassure Mylorah in some way, remind her she had friends around if she needed them.
Thankfully, Ayontay returned to the Sands, hand neatly bandaged, and came over to hug his sister. Misharan let them have their moment, knowing what having siblings injured was like. His brothers worked in a mine, it wasn’t unusual for one of them to come home with some injury or another, or hearing news of an accident in the mine and waiting hours to know if your family was involved or not. No, it was important to be sure your family was managing.
After everything had quieted down Misharan took a moment to check in with Ayontay himself. Sure, he barely knew the kid, but he considered Mylorah something of a friend. He smiled at Ayontay.
“Hey. You handled that well, you know. Just make sure to keep it from getting sand on it, yeah? Hurts like fuck and is a bitch to clean out.” He said lightheartedly, trying to keep the mood up while passing on real advice. He’d seen enough people get infected wounds from getting dust or grit in it, and while the Healers at the Weyr were good, it was better to not have to deal with it in the first place. “And there’s no shame in having to leave early if it’s too much, alright? No pressure either way.” He added, noticing Ayontay was looking a bit pale. Misha figured he’d be okay, but it never hurt to be clear about what the options were. And really, no one was going to give Ayontay shit for leaving after getting bitten by a dragon. And even on the off chance someone did say anything, Misha knew, looking around at all the concerned faces, there was a good number of people who would kick their ass on Ayontay’s behalf.
Still a bit sluggish from waking up too early, he didn’t react immediately to Mylorah calling her brother’s name. By the time he realized it was her voice Kordiavis seemed to have already responded. Good on him, honestly. Let cool heads prevail and all that. He moved over closer to them, hoping that his presence would reassure Mylorah in some way, remind her she had friends around if she needed them.
Thankfully, Ayontay returned to the Sands, hand neatly bandaged, and came over to hug his sister. Misharan let them have their moment, knowing what having siblings injured was like. His brothers worked in a mine, it wasn’t unusual for one of them to come home with some injury or another, or hearing news of an accident in the mine and waiting hours to know if your family was involved or not. No, it was important to be sure your family was managing.
After everything had quieted down Misharan took a moment to check in with Ayontay himself. Sure, he barely knew the kid, but he considered Mylorah something of a friend. He smiled at Ayontay.
“Hey. You handled that well, you know. Just make sure to keep it from getting sand on it, yeah? Hurts like fuck and is a bitch to clean out.” He said lightheartedly, trying to keep the mood up while passing on real advice. He’d seen enough people get infected wounds from getting dust or grit in it, and while the Healers at the Weyr were good, it was better to not have to deal with it in the first place. “And there’s no shame in having to leave early if it’s too much, alright? No pressure either way.” He added, noticing Ayontay was looking a bit pale. Misha figured he’d be okay, but it never hurt to be clear about what the options were. And really, no one was going to give Ayontay shit for leaving after getting bitten by a dragon. And even on the off chance someone did say anything, Misha knew, looking around at all the concerned faces, there was a good number of people who would kick their ass on Ayontay’s behalf.
