05.Oct.12, 04:48 AM
It was a shame Talian didn't know much about her past. It would have helped him understand how best to treat her. He could read the signs of trauma on her face and in her body language, all so delicately but transparently covered up by a gentle voice and timid smile. He had his own facade, a cold indifference burned in him by resignation. Had he known more about what which they shared, rather than that which was different, his face would and smiled and his heart would have frowned.
As it stood, he knew very little about her and was unsure how to care for her. He'd read enough books about patients like this, but as he'd pointed out during his work on Sanderon, he was no mind healer. Even so, as he was more qualified than anyone else, the task fell to him. He patiently led her to his preferred exam room, mentally grasping for ideas concerning her phobia. He needed to be the one to stitch her. Shards, he was impressed with her ability to conduct herself so well with that wound. She seemed so fragile, and it must have been painful.
Reluctantly, he moved to his cabinet and sorted through various herbs while she applied the numbweed. "This is my last one, actually," he said, shifting the cinnamon stick to the other side of his mouth as he spoke. "They've been excellent. I like extra cinnamon in my klah" he said, making idle conversation as he prepared the same special fellis mixture he'd used on B'jin and I'shan on New Turn's Eve.
He called for some boiling water. Someone in the hallway (he couldn't bother to look and see who) took off to fetch it for him, leaving him alone with his patient.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, turning his soft yet distant eyes on the young woman. "I can't let you do that. Just relax for a moment and talk with me," he pleaded lightly. He stayed well away from her, drifting towards the door where he could both pick up his water and block her escape. It would take a few minutes, though. How to fill the time and keep her calm?
"I would love some more, actually," he said as he removed the cinnamon stick, smiling briefly at her. He leaned against the door frame and shoved his free hand in his pocket to keep himself from fidgeting. "If it's not too much trouble. How have you been lately?"
Shards, Talian was bad at small talk. This was always a safe bet, though...asking someone about themselves.
As it stood, he knew very little about her and was unsure how to care for her. He'd read enough books about patients like this, but as he'd pointed out during his work on Sanderon, he was no mind healer. Even so, as he was more qualified than anyone else, the task fell to him. He patiently led her to his preferred exam room, mentally grasping for ideas concerning her phobia. He needed to be the one to stitch her. Shards, he was impressed with her ability to conduct herself so well with that wound. She seemed so fragile, and it must have been painful.
Reluctantly, he moved to his cabinet and sorted through various herbs while she applied the numbweed. "This is my last one, actually," he said, shifting the cinnamon stick to the other side of his mouth as he spoke. "They've been excellent. I like extra cinnamon in my klah" he said, making idle conversation as he prepared the same special fellis mixture he'd used on B'jin and I'shan on New Turn's Eve.
He called for some boiling water. Someone in the hallway (he couldn't bother to look and see who) took off to fetch it for him, leaving him alone with his patient.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, turning his soft yet distant eyes on the young woman. "I can't let you do that. Just relax for a moment and talk with me," he pleaded lightly. He stayed well away from her, drifting towards the door where he could both pick up his water and block her escape. It would take a few minutes, though. How to fill the time and keep her calm?
"I would love some more, actually," he said as he removed the cinnamon stick, smiling briefly at her. He leaned against the door frame and shoved his free hand in his pocket to keep himself from fidgeting. "If it's not too much trouble. How have you been lately?"
Shards, Talian was bad at small talk. This was always a safe bet, though...asking someone about themselves.