06.Feb.12, 10:33 PM
Valerian gave Lymsleia a final once over as a reply to her attempt at being friendly before he zeroed back in on Talian with a grin. The healer was the whole reason he was there instead of watching everyone flail around while they inhaled food at unnatural speed so that was where his attention would stay until his business was finished. “Lacking in words now when you had plenty before?” It was probably mean to keep fresh in everyone’s minds how loose-lipped Talian had been but it was just far too easy and fun to tease the man. Yet there was something that kept his comments almost light-hearted in nature instead of being downright rude or so brutally honest it offended or hurt someone. There was something about the man that kept Valerian from finding him a complete bore and wanting to either ignore him completely or verbally tear him down. Maybe it was because of their first encounter and how the healer patched him up as good as new but he was starting to lean towards the way Talian had some secrets to him. Boring men didn’t have secrets worth keeping.
“It’s a good thing I never am, right?” Valerian moved closer and leaned down to inspect the facial wounds, deciding with his completely unprofessional eye that nothing seemed too serious. Good thing, too, since he didn’t like the sight of a lot of blood, especially on himself, but he suspected Lymsleia might drag him in to help if it was anything major. “I’ve had worse after leaving a hold once. Not everyone likes to be reminded about what dragons did for us against Thread.” It almost went against his nature to share personal information beyond the basics but thanks to his training and learning to read people--something he could do but usually didn’t care and said what he wanted--Valerian felt now was a good opening to divulge a tidbit of his past as an opening for further discussions on the master knots still shoved in his sleeve; though that seemed silly now since the woman had clearly seen them before he swiped them up.
“It’s a good thing I never am, right?” Valerian moved closer and leaned down to inspect the facial wounds, deciding with his completely unprofessional eye that nothing seemed too serious. Good thing, too, since he didn’t like the sight of a lot of blood, especially on himself, but he suspected Lymsleia might drag him in to help if it was anything major. “I’ve had worse after leaving a hold once. Not everyone likes to be reminded about what dragons did for us against Thread.” It almost went against his nature to share personal information beyond the basics but thanks to his training and learning to read people--something he could do but usually didn’t care and said what he wanted--Valerian felt now was a good opening to divulge a tidbit of his past as an opening for further discussions on the master knots still shoved in his sleeve; though that seemed silly now since the woman had clearly seen them before he swiped them up.