23.Aug.12, 03:00 AM
Not at all. B'jin is just pathetically weak stomached and you are bleeding everywhere. Larrikith's voice was far too smug as she spoke to the young brat, almost sing-song as she picked on her rider with good humour. B'jin's expression altered into a chagrin grimace and he let a small smile flicker over his lips for the boy as he realised something must have upset him, though he was privy only to Larrikith's comment, not whatever she'd dug off the top of the boy's mind.
"Ahh," he said lightly, a small nod being given as that information locked itself away and the Harper continued his very mild examination. Unlike Talian, B'jin's healing abilities were rather limited, but he'd seen his share of messed up faces (namely, his own) and while the child looked a fright, he was fairly sure nothing was broken. It would be better if he could get Talian to look him over, but B'jin was prepared to wheedle up to that eventually, rather than simply hike the kid off now.
Removing his hand gently from Bordtai's chin, B'jin carefully balanced himself, lowering the hand in question to perch on the grass, and a curious look filling his features. "And what was your name?" He'd noticed that question being dodged when Amorandii asked, but he wasn't entirely sure the child had heard his daughter; she tended to go on tangents.
"I'm B'jin, of green Larrikith. As I'm sure she made haste to tell you, this is my daughter Amorandii."
"Andi."
"That too."
"Ahh," he said lightly, a small nod being given as that information locked itself away and the Harper continued his very mild examination. Unlike Talian, B'jin's healing abilities were rather limited, but he'd seen his share of messed up faces (namely, his own) and while the child looked a fright, he was fairly sure nothing was broken. It would be better if he could get Talian to look him over, but B'jin was prepared to wheedle up to that eventually, rather than simply hike the kid off now.
Removing his hand gently from Bordtai's chin, B'jin carefully balanced himself, lowering the hand in question to perch on the grass, and a curious look filling his features. "And what was your name?" He'd noticed that question being dodged when Amorandii asked, but he wasn't entirely sure the child had heard his daughter; she tended to go on tangents.
"I'm B'jin, of green Larrikith. As I'm sure she made haste to tell you, this is my daughter Amorandii."
"Andi."
"That too."