As Right As Rain [Talian, R'nd]

Unfocused brown eyes widened dramatically as his blueriding shield was lead away, the greenrider squeaking and looking around in worry. He hadn't heard a lick of Talian had said to R'nd about his wounds or restrictions, but R'nd would find himself a very stubborn not-lover as soon as he found out about it. The greenrider wasn't one to say no, but R'nd wasn't particularly pushy to start with and would be met with flat and accusing stares if he did try to initiate anything remotely sexual. B'jin would be liable to poke him in the ribs if R'nd so much as looked at him, never mind trying to kiss him or actually attempt to get laid.

"R'nd!" Half whine, half demand, B'jin watched twin Talians put his rather wide looking lover to bed. Why was his son putting his lover to bed? When had R'nd gained weight? That wasn't right! B'jin twisted on the table, intent on standing up when there were more feet in his current field of view. Brown eyes blinked and looked up to see a very hazy Talian peering at him. "Rnd," he slurred, clearly begging to go wherever Talian had hidden the bluerider. Talian wouldn't join them though, right? Because that was not right! The greenrider stood up, clinging to his healer son.

"S'ck!" B'jin's eyes widened dramatically as his stomach twisted, the alcohol rebelling against his lack of food, sudden standing and the disagreeable thoughts in his mind. The greenrider's face paled rapidly as he lost all the blood and rapidly turned sickly. His shoulders heaved just as a bucket was shoved under his nose, and B'jin emptied the alcoholic contents of his stomach, groaning unhappily as he swayed. Spitting into the bucket, B'jin took the small glass of water he was offered without words and very carefully lifted it to his lips, frowning in concentration as he focused on not missing his mouth or dropping the cup. Rinsing his mouth, B'jin waved the bucket away before taking tiny sips for a moment, leaning heavily on Talian.

"R'nd," he repeated, the pair making it to the bluerider in time for fingers to catch and B'jin clung to his lover's fingers, lifting his gaze to peer at Talian with wide eyes and a begging pout. He didn't want to go anywhere, if it wasn't right where he was! ... that doesn't make a lick of sense, B'jin. Larrikith inserted in a manner that would have delighted B'jin if his brain had been working enough to pick up on the shocked manner his dragon had spoken in. But then she was speaking to Talian and B'jin blinked. His healer boy would get him something to sit on, right? He couldn't sleep with R'nd; the bed was too little! He'd just sit there and hold his hand. He could do that, right? B'jin's gaze was wonky as he dropped it back to R'nd's fingers gripped lazily in his own, swaying slightly.

He wants a chair, Larrikith supplied Talian, when all B'jin could managed was a frowning begging look at Talian, the swaying rider unable to make his brain focus enough to feed words to his mouth. What did you give him? His thoughts are fucked. I'm not sure if I like it or not. Larrikith's words came with a tingle of unintended emotion, worry and confusion. B'jin was very, very rarely drugged and even when drunk he had a fierce control over his mind. His thoughts now were barely coherent and were spinning around enough to make her feel sick (no wonder he'd puked!) and she decided quite firmly, I don't like it! Make it stop! Her eyes were swirling in distress, but her voice was neither loud nor overwhelming.

"M'fn, l've." He was simply swaying, and unable to see straight, and queasy and really wanted to sleep. But he couldn't leave R'nd. He wouldn't!