23.Feb.12, 07:48 PM
A healer?
Tal’s eyes widened and his head pivoted slowly in her direction, dreary expression lightning subtly. His eyes poured over the girl, not admiring her from a physical standpoint, but instead searching for familiar features. Ah, yes. He’d seen this girl before, and if he’d been paying closer attention to her face he’d have recognized her sooner. He often brushed past her in the healing hall or saw her from the corner of his eye in candidate classes. Of course, he’d been pulled from the most recent lessons and didn’t expect he’d be rejoining his classmates anytime soon.
“I am as well, actually,” he said softly. He offered his hand, uncurling it slowly to avoid tearing the skin any more than it already was. He was hesitant to actually offer it to her. Being touched by strangers made him nervous, and he didn’t know that he’d ever trusted someone else with giving him medical treatment. She was just trying to help, though. After a moment of consideration, he extended his arm fully and allowed her to take it.
“I was actually on my way to go bandage it myself,” he said, eyeing her various bolts of cloth with what may have been a flicker of amusement. He'd never have considered asking a stranger to let him wrap his bloody hand in her nice cloth. “But if you’re offering, I won’t decline your kindness, Breccan.”
He smiled reassuringly as he added her name. He never forgot names or faces, but his manner of spontaneously injecting them into conversation made some people nervous, as if they wondered where exactly he learned it. It was an innocent habit, though. He was just observant. Good thing she asked if she’d seen him before, allowing him to slide smoothly into his next statement. “I believe so, I see you at the healing hall sometimes. And during candidate classes. I’m Talian,” he said. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t claim to know her from the true Healer Hall. He’d spent far too much of his time shut away in private classes, not to mention too much of his free time with Fiora.
He realized suddenly that they'd both stopped halfway. He laughed just a bit. "Nice to meet another healer..." he murmured. So far, he'd really only spoken to Lym.
Tal’s eyes widened and his head pivoted slowly in her direction, dreary expression lightning subtly. His eyes poured over the girl, not admiring her from a physical standpoint, but instead searching for familiar features. Ah, yes. He’d seen this girl before, and if he’d been paying closer attention to her face he’d have recognized her sooner. He often brushed past her in the healing hall or saw her from the corner of his eye in candidate classes. Of course, he’d been pulled from the most recent lessons and didn’t expect he’d be rejoining his classmates anytime soon.
“I am as well, actually,” he said softly. He offered his hand, uncurling it slowly to avoid tearing the skin any more than it already was. He was hesitant to actually offer it to her. Being touched by strangers made him nervous, and he didn’t know that he’d ever trusted someone else with giving him medical treatment. She was just trying to help, though. After a moment of consideration, he extended his arm fully and allowed her to take it.
“I was actually on my way to go bandage it myself,” he said, eyeing her various bolts of cloth with what may have been a flicker of amusement. He'd never have considered asking a stranger to let him wrap his bloody hand in her nice cloth. “But if you’re offering, I won’t decline your kindness, Breccan.”
He smiled reassuringly as he added her name. He never forgot names or faces, but his manner of spontaneously injecting them into conversation made some people nervous, as if they wondered where exactly he learned it. It was an innocent habit, though. He was just observant. Good thing she asked if she’d seen him before, allowing him to slide smoothly into his next statement. “I believe so, I see you at the healing hall sometimes. And during candidate classes. I’m Talian,” he said. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t claim to know her from the true Healer Hall. He’d spent far too much of his time shut away in private classes, not to mention too much of his free time with Fiora.
He realized suddenly that they'd both stopped halfway. He laughed just a bit. "Nice to meet another healer..." he murmured. So far, he'd really only spoken to Lym.