08.Jun.12, 06:54 PM
Talian frowned sadly at Farlint. "Sorry," he said, wondering what part of his intrusion had set the other man so far on edge. Tal couldn't help but notice how tightly Farlint was clutching that wine bottle. The healer took a timid step forward and help one hand out. "Don't worry, I'll just put it on this shelf over here so it won't get broken," he assured the man. While doing so, Tal took a quick glance over his shoulder, hoping that doubtlessly-murderous searchrider (!) wouldn't return.
Sharding lowlife, probably giving poor Farlint a hard time just like he was always doing to Erisi. At least the idea that he was doing a noble thing and protecting Farlint from his captor made driving the man out a little bit easier. Tal could still feel his heart fluttering from the near-deadly encounter!
Tal wasn't his professional self today, that was for sure. He was a mender of bones and a sewer of skin, not a nurse. This was strange territory for sure. He hesitantly took the wine and placed it safely on a shelf before giving Farlint a nervous over-the-shoulder glance. "Your hair? You washed it yesterday," he said meekly. He wasn't wild about the idea of going through all that trouble, but Farlint was still his patient. His comfort was of the utmost importance.
The healer wrung his hands while waiting for a response. "I am glad you're feeling better, though. Your bone was healing nicely at last checkup, though I may give it another glance over today," he said softly. He smiled, a gentle healer's smile that he tended to save exclusively for his patients.
Well, and Fiora. And Eri. And B'jin. People who deserved it and whatnot.
Sharding lowlife, probably giving poor Farlint a hard time just like he was always doing to Erisi. At least the idea that he was doing a noble thing and protecting Farlint from his captor made driving the man out a little bit easier. Tal could still feel his heart fluttering from the near-deadly encounter!
Tal wasn't his professional self today, that was for sure. He was a mender of bones and a sewer of skin, not a nurse. This was strange territory for sure. He hesitantly took the wine and placed it safely on a shelf before giving Farlint a nervous over-the-shoulder glance. "Your hair? You washed it yesterday," he said meekly. He wasn't wild about the idea of going through all that trouble, but Farlint was still his patient. His comfort was of the utmost importance.
The healer wrung his hands while waiting for a response. "I am glad you're feeling better, though. Your bone was healing nicely at last checkup, though I may give it another glance over today," he said softly. He smiled, a gentle healer's smile that he tended to save exclusively for his patients.
Well, and Fiora. And Eri. And B'jin. People who deserved it and whatnot.