31.Mar.21, 02:50 AM
So it looked like he had fallen asleep. He wanted to apologise again but Cazan's concern about his well-being stopped him. She was right. He had to focus on healing instead of apologising because that was exactly what his body was trying to do. "Some water might be nice," he spoke again, clearing his voice and finding it was rather dry. Had he used up all of his strength and speaking abilities by talking about ghosts and between? It had been so important at the time to make sure Cazan knew that and now he was smiling softly both at that urgency and Cazan's attitude toward stealing pillows from the Weyrleader.
Sy? Catch me up, please? T'ryn didn't want Cazan to go through it all again if she already had done so for him. No doubt she'd have to relay the information to healer after healer as well and he didn't want to keep her stressed. He gave his thanks for the glass and took slow and small sips, not liking the way his hands trembled as he did so. Syrendryth filled him in on what they knew and T'ryn's frown deepened the longer the dragon went on. Two things stood out the most to him--the first that S'far was also poisoned and lying a bed away which made Cazan's pillow remark make a lot more sense.
But more importantly, Cazan had likely been the intended target and he had almost made her eat the muffin. Even if he had been the actual target, T'ryn almost gave her the poison. "I could have killed you," T'ryn confessed in barely a whisper, the glass being lowered to his lap sloshing some water out. He didn't care. He deserved a lot more than a wet sheet. "If you weren't pregnant, I would have teased and insisted until you ate the muffin. I am so sorry!" The panic over what he had nearly done was increasing his difficulty in breathing and T'ryn hunched over trying to take deeper breaths, the glass now forgotten and spilled entirely while Syrendryth worked him through breathing and calming down.
Sy? Catch me up, please? T'ryn didn't want Cazan to go through it all again if she already had done so for him. No doubt she'd have to relay the information to healer after healer as well and he didn't want to keep her stressed. He gave his thanks for the glass and took slow and small sips, not liking the way his hands trembled as he did so. Syrendryth filled him in on what they knew and T'ryn's frown deepened the longer the dragon went on. Two things stood out the most to him--the first that S'far was also poisoned and lying a bed away which made Cazan's pillow remark make a lot more sense.
But more importantly, Cazan had likely been the intended target and he had almost made her eat the muffin. Even if he had been the actual target, T'ryn almost gave her the poison. "I could have killed you," T'ryn confessed in barely a whisper, the glass being lowered to his lap sloshing some water out. He didn't care. He deserved a lot more than a wet sheet. "If you weren't pregnant, I would have teased and insisted until you ate the muffin. I am so sorry!" The panic over what he had nearly done was increasing his difficulty in breathing and T'ryn hunched over trying to take deeper breaths, the glass now forgotten and spilled entirely while Syrendryth worked him through breathing and calming down.