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31.Aug.12, 11:32 PM
He took a brief moment to admire the flowers in their vase upon the table. It was the only pretty thing in his life at this point and he truly appreciated them more than he thought possible. It was a simple thing but it meant a lot to have them.
When Talian sat upon one of the chairs that had been previously brought into the room, Sanderon took the other opposite from the Healer and watched as he rummaged in his bag with a very contemplative look upon his face.
After a time of searching, Sanderon watched as the man brought out onto the table paper, a quill and an ink well; With the statement about his arrival to do a medical screening. Sanderon knew that by 'medical' Talian really meant 'mental'. He knew this was going to take place but he sighed quietly with resignation just the same.
When asked if he minded answering a few questions, Sanderon was internally nervous. But outwardly he nodded his consent and waited to see what might be asked.
He heard Talian ask him about his own state of mind and the conduct of I'shan in that order, but he skipped his own mental state and went straight towards the subject of I'shan. It was easier to deal with.
"He cries a lot." He stated first with a small frown. He could sometimes hear the bluerider down the hall and he saw the man's tears too. Funny how Sanderon chose that as his first observation because at this point it was a toss up of who actually cried more. Though when he wasn't in the room alone he would force himself not to cry. Crying equaled weakness. It was something he would not allow himself to be...if he could help it.
Thinking further about I'shan's conduct he added, "He feeds me okay. He cares for my needs. He does good I guess." Yes Sanderon may have forgiven the man but he wasn't up to filling the air with praises for the guy. Forgiveness was not the same thing as friendship.
He didn't know what else to say about the blue rider. As for the question about himself, he considered it carefully. Knowing Talian was only there to help and wasn't going to taunt or persecute him, Sanderon took a breath and spoke quietly. "You missed quite a show two days ago. Haven't slept a lot since." He frowned at himself and put his hands upon the table and began rubbing absentmindedly, on his knuckles. The scratches across them were minimal and the bruising nearly gone.
"Been crying a lot." He added and put his focus on the flowers. Then thinking better of it when his heart clenched with the familiar pain of sorrow, he turned his attention back to his knuckles while Talian wrote, whatever it was that he was writing, upon the paper.
"Is Lymsleia okay?" He asked, looking to Talian with concern in his eyes.
When Talian sat upon one of the chairs that had been previously brought into the room, Sanderon took the other opposite from the Healer and watched as he rummaged in his bag with a very contemplative look upon his face.
After a time of searching, Sanderon watched as the man brought out onto the table paper, a quill and an ink well; With the statement about his arrival to do a medical screening. Sanderon knew that by 'medical' Talian really meant 'mental'. He knew this was going to take place but he sighed quietly with resignation just the same.
When asked if he minded answering a few questions, Sanderon was internally nervous. But outwardly he nodded his consent and waited to see what might be asked.
He heard Talian ask him about his own state of mind and the conduct of I'shan in that order, but he skipped his own mental state and went straight towards the subject of I'shan. It was easier to deal with.
"He cries a lot." He stated first with a small frown. He could sometimes hear the bluerider down the hall and he saw the man's tears too. Funny how Sanderon chose that as his first observation because at this point it was a toss up of who actually cried more. Though when he wasn't in the room alone he would force himself not to cry. Crying equaled weakness. It was something he would not allow himself to be...if he could help it.
Thinking further about I'shan's conduct he added, "He feeds me okay. He cares for my needs. He does good I guess." Yes Sanderon may have forgiven the man but he wasn't up to filling the air with praises for the guy. Forgiveness was not the same thing as friendship.
He didn't know what else to say about the blue rider. As for the question about himself, he considered it carefully. Knowing Talian was only there to help and wasn't going to taunt or persecute him, Sanderon took a breath and spoke quietly. "You missed quite a show two days ago. Haven't slept a lot since." He frowned at himself and put his hands upon the table and began rubbing absentmindedly, on his knuckles. The scratches across them were minimal and the bruising nearly gone.
"Been crying a lot." He added and put his focus on the flowers. Then thinking better of it when his heart clenched with the familiar pain of sorrow, he turned his attention back to his knuckles while Talian wrote, whatever it was that he was writing, upon the paper.
"Is Lymsleia okay?" He asked, looking to Talian with concern in his eyes.
