24.Apr.12, 01:41 AM
I hear he is improving though, Rilaleeyth commented, trying to keep a cheerful air about her and not show how worried she had been since S’kef fell ill. But how are you doing? You are eating, yes? I could go hunting for you or you can go. J’ver and I will guard S’kef. Tyrrisath was one of her favourite males and a regular flight partner, it hurt to see him suffering as his rider did and she really wanted to help him somehow.
“I’ve been busy,” J’ver replied as if it should have been obvious, his gaze currently not on S’kef as he explored the small room. It was dreadfully boring and depressing. No wonder the brownrider wasn’t recovering; how could anyone find the will to live when they woke up to such a dreary sight each day? “I’ve been ensuring your reputation remains intact and forming a list of those who think they can get away with anything with you indisposed.” He had also been checking out other brown- and bronzeriders for anyone to latch on to should S’kef actually go and die on him. He’d never forgive the bastard if he did that but once it seemed like the man was going to be stubborn and hang on, J’ver decided it was worth the time to invest in keeping S’kef feared with power securely in both of their reaches.
J’ver stopped as he reached the window, glancing out only briefly to see what the view was like and to notice their dragons before turning back to S’kef and stepping closer to the bed. “The healers do seem rather worthless. If the sharding searchriders were going to focus so much on healers, they could have at least done us all the favour of bringing in competent ones.” Even with B’jin’s screw up of bringing in a Master Healer didn’t seem to do them a whole lot of good when the Weyrsecond received such poor care. “They assure me you’re not contagious, though, and I’m inclined to believe that. Both the Weyrleader and I remain in good health and we were around you regularly prior to your stay here.”
If J’ver believed for even one moment that S’kef was contagious, the brownrider would never see him again as the greenrider always looked out for himself first and had no interest in wasting away in agony in an ugly little room. That would quite possibly be the worst way to go!
“I’ve been busy,” J’ver replied as if it should have been obvious, his gaze currently not on S’kef as he explored the small room. It was dreadfully boring and depressing. No wonder the brownrider wasn’t recovering; how could anyone find the will to live when they woke up to such a dreary sight each day? “I’ve been ensuring your reputation remains intact and forming a list of those who think they can get away with anything with you indisposed.” He had also been checking out other brown- and bronzeriders for anyone to latch on to should S’kef actually go and die on him. He’d never forgive the bastard if he did that but once it seemed like the man was going to be stubborn and hang on, J’ver decided it was worth the time to invest in keeping S’kef feared with power securely in both of their reaches.
J’ver stopped as he reached the window, glancing out only briefly to see what the view was like and to notice their dragons before turning back to S’kef and stepping closer to the bed. “The healers do seem rather worthless. If the sharding searchriders were going to focus so much on healers, they could have at least done us all the favour of bringing in competent ones.” Even with B’jin’s screw up of bringing in a Master Healer didn’t seem to do them a whole lot of good when the Weyrsecond received such poor care. “They assure me you’re not contagious, though, and I’m inclined to believe that. Both the Weyrleader and I remain in good health and we were around you regularly prior to your stay here.”
If J’ver believed for even one moment that S’kef was contagious, the brownrider would never see him again as the greenrider always looked out for himself first and had no interest in wasting away in agony in an ugly little room. That would quite possibly be the worst way to go!