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12.Dec.12, 03:11 PM
"Mmhmm," Talian replied, thinking nothing of the comment and assuming it wasn't sincere. That wasn't so much an act of anger as a general mistrust. Nejerc had betrayed himself as being on the 'them' side of the equation, and while Talian was not nearly as factionalist as he once had been, he was still slow to trust those who had obvious trust in the obviously incompetent leadership.
Tal certainly had answers for the questions Nejerc was asking himself in his head, but until those were spoken, the healer could not answer. For now, he still took Nejerc as hostile. He assumed it would stay that way until one of them broke and said something, but it wasn't likely to be Talian. He didn't hold any particular animosity, but he didn't feel like he needed to apologize himself, either. If there was one thing this place had tried to grind into him, it was that he had no right to resist being pushed around. He didn't buy into it anymore.
He continued to work, rubbing the antiseptic over Ronarth's raw spots and trying his best to keep it at a reasonable dosage. Once the area on the back of the dragon's shoulder was covered, he backed away. "All right," he mumbled out loud, keeling beside his back to remove some numbweed salve and cloth strips.
"Based on what I'm told," Talian said lightly as he applied some salve to the first strip, "Unless D'ren is treated for the damage to his stomach lining, he's going to die." He wasn't happy about it, in spite of his dislike for the man. He grimaced. "Ronarth, is it? You must stay calm and try to sleep. An upset stomach, be it from poison or stress, could well kill him."
The dragon creeled in distress and turned his head away, but didn't say anything. He knew it was true, so he tried his best to calm down. His large form shuddered involuntarily and he closed his eyes. At the very least, the soothing sensation of the numbweed helped him rest more easily. He crooned to both of them.
Tal sighed as he looked over the rest of the wounds. "...Just numbweed for the rest. I'll wait a few hours and see how the redwort interacts with him before adding any more." The last thing he needed was the damn dragon having an allergic reaction. "This will keep him comfortable, though."
Tal certainly had answers for the questions Nejerc was asking himself in his head, but until those were spoken, the healer could not answer. For now, he still took Nejerc as hostile. He assumed it would stay that way until one of them broke and said something, but it wasn't likely to be Talian. He didn't hold any particular animosity, but he didn't feel like he needed to apologize himself, either. If there was one thing this place had tried to grind into him, it was that he had no right to resist being pushed around. He didn't buy into it anymore.
He continued to work, rubbing the antiseptic over Ronarth's raw spots and trying his best to keep it at a reasonable dosage. Once the area on the back of the dragon's shoulder was covered, he backed away. "All right," he mumbled out loud, keeling beside his back to remove some numbweed salve and cloth strips.
"Based on what I'm told," Talian said lightly as he applied some salve to the first strip, "Unless D'ren is treated for the damage to his stomach lining, he's going to die." He wasn't happy about it, in spite of his dislike for the man. He grimaced. "Ronarth, is it? You must stay calm and try to sleep. An upset stomach, be it from poison or stress, could well kill him."
The dragon creeled in distress and turned his head away, but didn't say anything. He knew it was true, so he tried his best to calm down. His large form shuddered involuntarily and he closed his eyes. At the very least, the soothing sensation of the numbweed helped him rest more easily. He crooned to both of them.
Tal sighed as he looked over the rest of the wounds. "...Just numbweed for the rest. I'll wait a few hours and see how the redwort interacts with him before adding any more." The last thing he needed was the damn dragon having an allergic reaction. "This will keep him comfortable, though."
