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24.Jul.13, 07:13 PM
It looked to T'lian like her opponent had done more than 'manage', but he was used to patients being prideful and self-righteous about their battle scars, especially in situations like this. No one wanted to show up and admit they'd jumped in over their heads, particularly when they felt's they'd done the right thing. Tal personally found it awfully childish and irresponsible that she felt into a fight herself rather than going to find an adult, but she wasn't his daughter, so he kept his mouth shut. He didn't tell people how to live their lives, but he'd seen what could happen in this place. Starting fights without thought? Not the best way to keep from getting seriously hurt, and when it was all said and done, he was relieved that this was all that had happened.
"We'll get them all cleaned up for you. The humidity here can make even small wounds fester, especially if they aren't properly washed," he said simply. "It won't take long and you won't feel a thing, so just hold still a little bit longer and we will be done."
He frowned a little as he continued, his touch gentle and fleeting. "You're quite welcome," he said in reply, a little surprised that she knew his name and a little bit annoyed that she used the cursed contraction instead of his real name, but she didn't know that. Only a few people knew just how deeply he resented it, so he wasn't about to hold it against anyone. He just smiled instead and took a step back, rinsing the redwort solution form his hands before making a move for the numbweed.
"Now then, I'm going to numb you and then stitch up this gash, okay? I need you to hold very still for me," he said gently, eyes locked on the wound as he appraised it. It looked worse than it was, he decided...scalp wounds sure did bleed a lot.
He sighed a bit as he strung his needle. "You know I have to report this, right?" he said with obvious egret. He hated to do something like that, but the weyr had started taking fighting awfully seriously lately. Maybe it was for the best in the overall scheme, but that didn't make individual situations any less shitty. "...And the name of the bully,' he added, hoping that would at least partially make up for it. His tone remained rigid and uncomfortable, but his disdain for the leadership (and the situation) showed plainly enough in his eyes. He would really rather just...let it go.
"We'll get them all cleaned up for you. The humidity here can make even small wounds fester, especially if they aren't properly washed," he said simply. "It won't take long and you won't feel a thing, so just hold still a little bit longer and we will be done."
He frowned a little as he continued, his touch gentle and fleeting. "You're quite welcome," he said in reply, a little surprised that she knew his name and a little bit annoyed that she used the cursed contraction instead of his real name, but she didn't know that. Only a few people knew just how deeply he resented it, so he wasn't about to hold it against anyone. He just smiled instead and took a step back, rinsing the redwort solution form his hands before making a move for the numbweed.
"Now then, I'm going to numb you and then stitch up this gash, okay? I need you to hold very still for me," he said gently, eyes locked on the wound as he appraised it. It looked worse than it was, he decided...scalp wounds sure did bleed a lot.
He sighed a bit as he strung his needle. "You know I have to report this, right?" he said with obvious egret. He hated to do something like that, but the weyr had started taking fighting awfully seriously lately. Maybe it was for the best in the overall scheme, but that didn't make individual situations any less shitty. "...And the name of the bully,' he added, hoping that would at least partially make up for it. His tone remained rigid and uncomfortable, but his disdain for the leadership (and the situation) showed plainly enough in his eyes. He would really rather just...let it go.
