01.Mar.12, 11:20 PM
"No problem," Kerrin answered both Par'a and Grith's words of gratitude with just a crackling hint of reservation in his voice, because truthfully he considered his ruined shirt very much a problem, and then the ditzy beast had to be reminded to thank him. The little green's well-timed use of her nickname for him was just enough to soothe his pride, however, and he smiled to see her free - both from the doorway and from the pain it had been causing her.
To the weyrwoman he nodded, noticing more due to her promise of seeing him when she 'felt better' and not really through any independent observational powers of his own that she really did not look well. Fortunately he was old enough by now to consider the goldrider's health of absolute paramount importance, like any other sensible Katilan... and besides it made him rather inexplicably happy to know that Tsuen considered him important enough to take a raincheck on. It was hard to feel down when he thought of it like that, and Kerrin hoped the brightness of his grin wasn't totally inappropriate given how awful he was sure Tsuen must have been feeling. "I'll look forward to it then," he answered, and in his good cheer he went to pick up the sloppy bucket of used oil without complaint or even a second thought for what a pain in the butt it was going to be to drag it all the way back to the kitchens. After all, Par'a was leaving and the weyrwoman looked as if she'd rather jump between than touch it, so who else was going to do it?
"I'll take care of the mess, then," he assured the two women with a parting wave, and a silent addition of or tell the kitchen staff to clean it up. Whatever worked, right? "Take care!" At that, he turned to lug what was left of the oil back to the kitchens.
To the weyrwoman he nodded, noticing more due to her promise of seeing him when she 'felt better' and not really through any independent observational powers of his own that she really did not look well. Fortunately he was old enough by now to consider the goldrider's health of absolute paramount importance, like any other sensible Katilan... and besides it made him rather inexplicably happy to know that Tsuen considered him important enough to take a raincheck on. It was hard to feel down when he thought of it like that, and Kerrin hoped the brightness of his grin wasn't totally inappropriate given how awful he was sure Tsuen must have been feeling. "I'll look forward to it then," he answered, and in his good cheer he went to pick up the sloppy bucket of used oil without complaint or even a second thought for what a pain in the butt it was going to be to drag it all the way back to the kitchens. After all, Par'a was leaving and the weyrwoman looked as if she'd rather jump between than touch it, so who else was going to do it?
"I'll take care of the mess, then," he assured the two women with a parting wave, and a silent addition of or tell the kitchen staff to clean it up. Whatever worked, right? "Take care!" At that, he turned to lug what was left of the oil back to the kitchens.