02.Oct.12, 08:36 AM
Tal's lip twitched a bit, but he accepted the affection nonetheless. He curled back into his previous position, shamelessly resting against the man, and yawned. This was a much more pleasant night than the one precisely one turn before. Tal's increased stability showed in his willingness to joke about his own suicide attempt, though as with smiling, it was partially done in genuine humor and partially to mask a bit of pain.
It hurt to think about. Tal ha abandoned the feelings that led him to that terrible decision, but he was no happier now than he had been at the time. He may have discarded those emotions, but he still understood him. The entire event was still a part of him. He withered a little bit, falling into a quiet slump as he thought back on it. What time was it now? What had he been doing at this exact time one year before? Was he still waiting, or was he gagging on his own blood? Or had B'jin already saved him?
The healer twitched again, but B'jin saved him, as he always did. Talian looked to the greenrider and bit his lip, thinking carefully about what B'jin had just told him about Amorandii.
"What have you been telling her? Why would you do that?" the healer asked, unsure how seriously to take his father. Talian sounded helplessly puzzled. Why would B'jin say things like that, and why would she believe them?Would she actually be crushed?
Tal's lip twitched again. "...Maybe just one," he conceded, rolling onto his side and letting out a precious and entirely unconvincing little huff. "I have no interest in teaching. Least of all anyone here," he said. Talian didn't hold strong to many things, but his sense of independence and identity was one of them. He would not teach weyrbrats. He would not contribute to Katila. He would not do anything to help these people. For B'jin, though, he supposed he could make an exception. He didn't elaborate on his words any, simply muttering them half-thoughtfully and letting it go. He figured if B'jin was serious, he'd follow up on it, now or later.
The healer rolled back to face B'jin again. "I wasn't kidding," he said, returning to the earlier topic as if nothing had happened. The poor healer still tended to spout off whatever was on his mind. "I am going to find a way to cure your allergy." He smiled widely, eyes wide and searching for approval or happiness. He wanted so badly to help B'jin! "You deserve it. You saved me."
It hurt to think about. Tal ha abandoned the feelings that led him to that terrible decision, but he was no happier now than he had been at the time. He may have discarded those emotions, but he still understood him. The entire event was still a part of him. He withered a little bit, falling into a quiet slump as he thought back on it. What time was it now? What had he been doing at this exact time one year before? Was he still waiting, or was he gagging on his own blood? Or had B'jin already saved him?
The healer twitched again, but B'jin saved him, as he always did. Talian looked to the greenrider and bit his lip, thinking carefully about what B'jin had just told him about Amorandii.
"What have you been telling her? Why would you do that?" the healer asked, unsure how seriously to take his father. Talian sounded helplessly puzzled. Why would B'jin say things like that, and why would she believe them?Would she actually be crushed?
Tal's lip twitched again. "...Maybe just one," he conceded, rolling onto his side and letting out a precious and entirely unconvincing little huff. "I have no interest in teaching. Least of all anyone here," he said. Talian didn't hold strong to many things, but his sense of independence and identity was one of them. He would not teach weyrbrats. He would not contribute to Katila. He would not do anything to help these people. For B'jin, though, he supposed he could make an exception. He didn't elaborate on his words any, simply muttering them half-thoughtfully and letting it go. He figured if B'jin was serious, he'd follow up on it, now or later.
The healer rolled back to face B'jin again. "I wasn't kidding," he said, returning to the earlier topic as if nothing had happened. The poor healer still tended to spout off whatever was on his mind. "I am going to find a way to cure your allergy." He smiled widely, eyes wide and searching for approval or happiness. He wanted so badly to help B'jin! "You deserve it. You saved me."