12.Dec.12, 06:16 AM
Talian didn't bother with further niceties. He wasn't being rude, it just wasn't in his nature. He preferred getting to the point and hitting the technical stuff to wasting time on awkward small talk. "Not much I can do for him, aside from numbweed," Talian said lightly as he continued his inspection. Ronarth sighed, occasionally twitching in pain as Talian's small fingers worked their way over his hide.
The healer frowned almost comically. He had no idea what to do. "...Looks like he's infected. He'll need a redwort bath and some salve to protect the muscle while it heals. I..." Shards, what to do? He remembered reading in a manual once that greenbloods were usually treatable with the same first aid as redbloods, so he assumed it would work for dragons as well.
"Don't want to risk hurting you, though," he said with exasperation, this time directing his words to Ronarth. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Oh, why was he worried at all? B'jin had confirmed that such treatments worked on fire lizards during that lesson, and if they worked on fire lizards, they would work on dragons! The healer took a moment to review what he knew of the differences, and he was satisfied.
"Redwort," he repeated, muttering the word softly as he dove into his bag. He eyed Nejerc for a moment. He didn't know that he cared for this man, and he didn't like other peoples' hands in his things. He barely even trusted the other healers in the sharding hall to do anything right, too, much less a harper.
He stared awkwardly for a moment, his expression unreadable but certainly conflicted. Fellis cheeped and pushed his face into Talian's hair. The other man had been mean to Daddy, so Fellis found it prudent to hide! That snapped Talian out of his weird stare.
"Fellis. Calm down!" he said, tapping the creature lightly. Fellis nervously obeyed and pressed himself to Daddy's neck while Talian, his awkward stare broken, looking down even more awkwardly at his bag,
"You can help with the redwort bath if you want, but numbweed will have to come after. Otherwise, this dragon will remain in pain. He's too large to dose with fellis-"
Fellis cheeped questioningly and Talian couldn't help but laugh.
"...Not you," he said, poking the creatures nose. He shook his head, then looked into his bag again. Tal had a tendency to stare into people's eyes, and right now he was avoiding eye contact specifically to avoid that habit!
"...He's too large to dose with any oral painkillers, and he needs something. Dragons don't always show their pain vocally like we do. His body language is more important." Talian sounded like a teacher, tone mellow and borderline friendly, but more than anything else it was clinical. He was supposed to be a teacher one day, after all. Too bad that wasn't going to happen now.
He frowned as he pulled a bundle of redwort from his bag. It wasn't enough.
The healer frowned almost comically. He had no idea what to do. "...Looks like he's infected. He'll need a redwort bath and some salve to protect the muscle while it heals. I..." Shards, what to do? He remembered reading in a manual once that greenbloods were usually treatable with the same first aid as redbloods, so he assumed it would work for dragons as well.
"Don't want to risk hurting you, though," he said with exasperation, this time directing his words to Ronarth. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Oh, why was he worried at all? B'jin had confirmed that such treatments worked on fire lizards during that lesson, and if they worked on fire lizards, they would work on dragons! The healer took a moment to review what he knew of the differences, and he was satisfied.
"Redwort," he repeated, muttering the word softly as he dove into his bag. He eyed Nejerc for a moment. He didn't know that he cared for this man, and he didn't like other peoples' hands in his things. He barely even trusted the other healers in the sharding hall to do anything right, too, much less a harper.
He stared awkwardly for a moment, his expression unreadable but certainly conflicted. Fellis cheeped and pushed his face into Talian's hair. The other man had been mean to Daddy, so Fellis found it prudent to hide! That snapped Talian out of his weird stare.
"Fellis. Calm down!" he said, tapping the creature lightly. Fellis nervously obeyed and pressed himself to Daddy's neck while Talian, his awkward stare broken, looking down even more awkwardly at his bag,
"You can help with the redwort bath if you want, but numbweed will have to come after. Otherwise, this dragon will remain in pain. He's too large to dose with fellis-"
Fellis cheeped questioningly and Talian couldn't help but laugh.
"...Not you," he said, poking the creatures nose. He shook his head, then looked into his bag again. Tal had a tendency to stare into people's eyes, and right now he was avoiding eye contact specifically to avoid that habit!
"...He's too large to dose with any oral painkillers, and he needs something. Dragons don't always show their pain vocally like we do. His body language is more important." Talian sounded like a teacher, tone mellow and borderline friendly, but more than anything else it was clinical. He was supposed to be a teacher one day, after all. Too bad that wasn't going to happen now.
He frowned as he pulled a bundle of redwort from his bag. It wasn't enough.