01.Feb.12, 05:30 PM
Talian rubbed his eyes for a moment as B'jin finally released him. Somehow, he felt better. Crying was an excellent way to released pent-up feelings, but as emotional as the young man was, crying still didn't come easily to him. It made him feel weaker when he already considered himself weak. He sniffled again and reached for the mug of klah, the same one he'd rejected before.
He took a long drink while he listened to B'jin's tentative advice. "Relax?" he said, throat hoarse and clogged from the crying. He cleared it sharply before taking another drink. In two swoops, he'd already downed nearly half the mug. He wasn't sure what B'jin meant by 'relax'. He didn't get angry, though. Even if he wanted to take offense to the statement, he was far too drained to bother. "That's a tall order," he finally commented. He slumped back in his seat and rocked his head backwards, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. "...I don't like this place," he added, though he didn't bother to elaborate. That much should be obvious to the greenrider by now, he figured. No need to belabor the point.
"...I'm a good healer, though," he added afterwards. That was something. Well, when it came down to it, that was everything. He didn't have much else to go on. "...I don't suppose there's any way of getting out of this dragonrider thing? I..." He decided not to emphasize how much he disliked the hideous things. "...I think I'd make a very poor one.." he said. With a sigh, he took another gulp of klah. He seemed to welcome the physical contact, even though he'd since stopped clinging to the greenrider. He liked physical contact more than he cared to admit, and getting a big hug was just what he'd needed.
He took a long drink while he listened to B'jin's tentative advice. "Relax?" he said, throat hoarse and clogged from the crying. He cleared it sharply before taking another drink. In two swoops, he'd already downed nearly half the mug. He wasn't sure what B'jin meant by 'relax'. He didn't get angry, though. Even if he wanted to take offense to the statement, he was far too drained to bother. "That's a tall order," he finally commented. He slumped back in his seat and rocked his head backwards, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. "...I don't like this place," he added, though he didn't bother to elaborate. That much should be obvious to the greenrider by now, he figured. No need to belabor the point.
"...I'm a good healer, though," he added afterwards. That was something. Well, when it came down to it, that was everything. He didn't have much else to go on. "...I don't suppose there's any way of getting out of this dragonrider thing? I..." He decided not to emphasize how much he disliked the hideous things. "...I think I'd make a very poor one.." he said. With a sigh, he took another gulp of klah. He seemed to welcome the physical contact, even though he'd since stopped clinging to the greenrider. He liked physical contact more than he cared to admit, and getting a big hug was just what he'd needed.