31.Aug.12, 07:50 AM
Talian was doing what he did best: muddling through. He walked briskly through the hall, checking on one patient or another, running one errand or another, or mixing one batch of herbal solution or another. It had been a busy day of changing bandages, removing stitches and basically kissing boo-boos. It was boring and lacked the stimulation he could have liked. It didn't help that he didn't consider a single one of his fellow healers worth spending his time training, either. He wasn't proud of feeling that way, and it wasn't anything against them personally...it was just a fact.
Facts. Talian liked facts.
A fact: Talian was not used to actually being addressed as 'Master', nor was he used to being curtsied to. He paused, perplexed, and gazed at Aparicus as if she were a science project. He recognized her quickly enough, and soon found the will to smile. He didn't know her well, but he'd seen her about. She was delicate and skittish, quiet...much like himself. There were rumors about her past as well, and if they were true, they had even more in common.
That's not something he was going to pry about, though. He sure didn't want anyone prying at him over rape.
"Good day," he said to her cordially, gaze softening from it's previously harsh, analytic state. "You're looking for Sanderon? I'm afraid he's been placed under Weyr arrest..." Just as quickly as he'd loosened up, the young healer's voice became clouded with mixed emotions. He pitied Sanderon in a variety of ways, for a variety of reasons. For Talian to feel empowered and elevated enough to pity anyone was a feat indeed.
He wrung his hands, a nervous habit. "He'll likely be gone for some time. I'm planning on going out there later this afternoon to perform a mental evaluation, though..." he said, wondering if he could be of any help. He could at least pass along well-wishes, for sure.
Facts. Talian liked facts.
A fact: Talian was not used to actually being addressed as 'Master', nor was he used to being curtsied to. He paused, perplexed, and gazed at Aparicus as if she were a science project. He recognized her quickly enough, and soon found the will to smile. He didn't know her well, but he'd seen her about. She was delicate and skittish, quiet...much like himself. There were rumors about her past as well, and if they were true, they had even more in common.
That's not something he was going to pry about, though. He sure didn't want anyone prying at him over rape.
"Good day," he said to her cordially, gaze softening from it's previously harsh, analytic state. "You're looking for Sanderon? I'm afraid he's been placed under Weyr arrest..." Just as quickly as he'd loosened up, the young healer's voice became clouded with mixed emotions. He pitied Sanderon in a variety of ways, for a variety of reasons. For Talian to feel empowered and elevated enough to pity anyone was a feat indeed.
He wrung his hands, a nervous habit. "He'll likely be gone for some time. I'm planning on going out there later this afternoon to perform a mental evaluation, though..." he said, wondering if he could be of any help. He could at least pass along well-wishes, for sure.