14.Feb.12, 11:08 PM
"Easy, Tal," B'jin's voice was a near-whisper, the tone both reassuring and filled with warmth and affection. Though he made no motion to approach the pair, the rider's brown eyes were watching his young ward with soft concern. Guilt for startling the boy washed through him, though he managed to keep it off his face as Larrikith, startled awake by an emotion that usually spelled a drunken breakdown, swarmed into his mind and searched for the cause. Her sleepiness was replaced with irritation when she spotted the two young men through her rider's eyes, and then wilted into soft concern as she reassured B'jin.
B'jin ignored Erisi's comment, partially because he didn't feel like dignifying the young man by answering; mostly, however, because he was still watching Talian with a soft gaze that meshed somewhere between reassuring and affectionate. Sadness lingered somewhere around the edges, the greenrider upset with himself for causing the young healer to feel as if he should flee or hide from him. B'jin could tell, by Erisi's easy stance and the way Talian had ducked behind him, that both the boys had been completely consensual in their little session.
"I'm sorry, Tal," sincerity was awash in the soft words, as B'jin held the edge of the door gently in one hand, ready to leave but wanting desperately to make sure that Talian was alright before he did so; he so desperately did not wish to end up in the young man's bad books once more. "Come out, please?" There was nothing in his tone that could be taken as an order, as B'jin had no desire to force the boy to do anything. Except, you know, come to Katila. Larrikith put in bluntly, her tone about as droll as the accusation Erisi had thrown at him. Like he had the Harper, B'jin ignored the dragon.
B'jin ignored Erisi's comment, partially because he didn't feel like dignifying the young man by answering; mostly, however, because he was still watching Talian with a soft gaze that meshed somewhere between reassuring and affectionate. Sadness lingered somewhere around the edges, the greenrider upset with himself for causing the young healer to feel as if he should flee or hide from him. B'jin could tell, by Erisi's easy stance and the way Talian had ducked behind him, that both the boys had been completely consensual in their little session.
"I'm sorry, Tal," sincerity was awash in the soft words, as B'jin held the edge of the door gently in one hand, ready to leave but wanting desperately to make sure that Talian was alright before he did so; he so desperately did not wish to end up in the young man's bad books once more. "Come out, please?" There was nothing in his tone that could be taken as an order, as B'jin had no desire to force the boy to do anything. Except, you know, come to Katila. Larrikith put in bluntly, her tone about as droll as the accusation Erisi had thrown at him. Like he had the Harper, B'jin ignored the dragon.