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Tiani was nervous; she was nervous that she was sitting on the back of a dragon, and also nervous that the dragon was obviously not hers. It wasn't that she ever expected to have a dragon of her own, but it almost felt like she was being responsible for someone else's property. Larrikith was far from property, so she assumed the nervousness was better referred to like babysitting someone else's little Weyrbrat when you had no experience with them. She was a Healer, yes, but dragons were a lot different than humans were. She never had the chance to deal with dragons, since up in the North they had no idea that they were even still around. There was one beneath her now, though, and whose wings she was patching up. There was no way that this could possibly be an illusion.

She chuckled at his obvious sarcasm and comedic tone when he said that he would never bully Larrikith, and she shook her head. She would have agreed with Larrikith, had she known what she had said, but in a light manner of course. She had no idea what they were like all the time. He seemed to mean well, though, and that was usually all that mattered, right?

The numbing salve that was on her hands made her hands go numb, but she was used to the feeling. Tiani didn't bother grabbing any gloves or anything to protect her hands from it, simply because she was so used to working under situations that didn't have time for such tedious things. She had toughed it out before, and she could tough it out again. Plus, she wasn't going to make the poor dragon wait any more than she had to. Since the infection sank it, she could only imagine what it would feel like. Or maybe she couldn't, since the infected parts, had they been connected, would have probably been larger than her entire body.

She looked up for a moment when B'jin climbed atop Larrikith and then went back to work, and finally thought she was done. When she heard that she had missed a spot, she got that nervous feeling in her stomach again, as if she had done something wrong. She got that every now and then, especially when she thought she did something terribly, terribly wrong. She relaxed instantly as soon as he said that it was just an itchy patch and she laughed. "Of course, I can do that," she commented as she leaned toward the spot and applied the rest of the salve on it. "I bet that feels ten times better," she said with a smile. "Maybe I'll go give that blue a piece of my mind," she teased. That would go over... very well.

Having no idea how to get off the dragon herself, and knowing that she would probably break something had she jumped like B'jin, she used the back of Larrikith like a slide, and made her way slowly down the back of her before she stepped aside. "You're welcome," she replied with a nod of her head. "If it gets bad again, all you have to do is let me know and I can numb it again, but the infection should go away before it wears off."

Confused when the dragon turned her head toward her, she looked at the expression on her face and grinned; she could only imagine the things that were being said, and she laughed. She knew that whatever she was saying was unpleasant, and B'jin made that apparent. "You're allergic to numbweed?" she finally asked him. She didn't think it was funny, probably because she was used to taking her job as a Healer seriously. She felt... bad. "Well, there's alternatives..." she began, but her voice drifted off as she heard a loud noise that sounded like metal falling. Then there was the sound of a canine, and Tiani looked about in confusion. She had never passed a canine in the healer's hall... So what was going on?

Then came the voices - or curses more or less - of everyone else that must have been quietly working up until that moment and she laughed. "We best go check that out, yeah? Might be worth some entertainment," she said as she began to venture back into the Healer's hall, curious as to what might have happened.