It's a hall full of Wherries! [Talian]

"It is your hand writing?" B'jin's eyebrows vanished under his hair as brown eyes widened suddenly, looking both amused and horrified as he backtracked rapidly. "Sorry." That was sincere, and then he killed it with further blunt honesty, looking bewildered, "but your writing is terrible. How did you get permission to use parchment?" Shaking his head, completely confused, B'jin peered back at what was written, eyebrows drawing together. "At least you can spell." Well, if that wasn't a pathetic attempt at a compliment, nothing was. "Well, I think you can. What in shards does that word mean?" A pause, before B'jin sat up once more, pushing the parchment away. "Actually, don't worry. I'm sorry." An apologetic look was thrown to his young healer, and B'jin rubbed a hand over his face.

Sighing, he leaned back into the chair he had stolen as Talian seated himself on the edge of the desk, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as the boy spoke, lips pursing for a moment at Talian's own sigh. "How is Jada?" He asked softly, concern washing over his tone as he asked about the girl; she was one of his and while his relationships with his other Candidate's wasn't as personal as the one he held with Talian, he did take an active interest in their wellbeing and how they were settling into the Weyr. Jada was a spunky young woman, a harper, and now she was a major hope for the future of their Weyr. B'jin had many reasons to be concerned over the girl's wellbeing, but mostly it was genuine interest in her health, because he liked her.

"I'll try and see her when she's less closely monitored." He said softly, flashing a quick smile, he shifted subjects subtly. "Have you taken time to see the boys?" B'jin leaned forward, expression oddly serious as he stared up at Talian. He was pretty sure Talian hadn't taken time out to see Valerian or Erisi much since their Impression (if at all) and his face contorted to show his lack of happiness at his fostered son avoiding his friend and lover. "They likely miss you as much as you do them," he said softly, reaching forward to place a hand lightly on Talian's knee, and giving it a soft squeeze. "Weyrlinghood can be very lonely." Giving a dry, half smile and another gentle squeeze, B'jin pulled his hand back into his lap and twined his fingers once more.

Clearing his throat softly, B'jin leaned back and peered up at Talian from under his eyelashes. "Larri flew the other day. It was not a particularly good flight, and I had to drop by to see the Wherry. Dunno what she did for me, I left after she tried to 'weed me up and wasn't really in the mood to listen to her lecture me." He paused, and gave an amused snort. B'jin was rarely in the mood for anyone to lecture him though eh often put himself into positions where lectures were required. Of course, being lectured because your dragon had a rough flight? That didn't sit well with the rider. B'jin was surprised Talian hadn't heard about that particular visit. The woman had been crying when he'd left. He wasn't, however, entirely sure he was comfortable telling Talian that. B'jin could be unreasonable when he was proddy, and adding in flight that hadn't gone well for dragon or rider hadn't improved his mood afterwards, never mind the mess he'd made of his back or R'nd's having vanished when he'd half heartedly attempted to find the bluerider after his lunchtime drink out with D'ren. Then he'd had a Harper class while less than sober. That day had been generally fail all over. Then Jada had tried to kill herself.

Definitely not a good day for the greenrider.