A Mixture for Disaster [Aparicus, Talian]

Nejerc took in Talian's wound as he exposed it. That would explain the tilt of his shoulder and how he was holding himself. He took pity on the man a moment and hoped that Talian would not be so unfortunate as to be truly blamed for the poisoning. The shoulder wound was likely to be added to if that was the case. The investigation would hopefully not point back at the healer however. He was proving helpful, and informative in area's Nejerc had not even considered learning about until now.

If the investigation led to Talian...

Pushing the thought aside hoping for the healers sake it would lead else where Nejerc turned his gaze aside as the healer righted his shirt and continued speaking. He was right of course. No one would want Talian near Ronarth seeing as how Talian was being put firmly in the category as 'suspect' by S'kef. Folding his arms across his chest as Nejerc evaluated the information mentally again he never shifted from the door. The warmth from his shoulders had by now warmed the door where he had held constant contact with it.

The only one who could now help without some further information turning up would be Ronarth and Nejerc wasn't so sure that was a good idea. His gaze slid to Aparicus, if and it was a big 'if', Nejerc approached that particular dragon it would not be with her near by. It could also potentially point the finger in his direction if Ronarth went into another frenzy. Topped with the chance that Ronarth might just attack him, as his rider was still very ill, and that Ronarth was injured himself.

The prospects did not look good. If he wasn't going to approach Ronarth he would have nothing much more to go ask about, unless he wanted to disgruntle those who worked the kitchens that day. The thought made him frown. As the weyr leader is was possible he had made his own food, but then how had the Tansy gotten into his drink? Someone literally would have had to been inside his personal hut then.

If an investigation was truly being conducted then surely S'kef or someone S'kef had sent would check there first, it was why Nejerc hadn't given it more than a passing thought. He personally had never wanted anything to do with S'kef, and still didn't. The man had a way about him that sat ill with Nejerc and he was inclined to give him a wide berth whenever he could.

If, another big if, Nejerc did go to D'ren's lodging, it was even more likely he could cast himself as the potential poisoner. He wouldn't be able to take Aparicus with him there either, because then she too would easily be cast as his accomplice or him hers. It was likely to be a lashing for punishment and the thought didn't exactly bear much thought. He wouldn't lead her knowingly into an intense punishment.

A click seemed to come on in his head and his frown disappeared even as his gaze snapped to Talian. Questioning this man with her present was in essence already casting a light over them both. A light came into Nejerc's eyes as he regarded the injured healer, the muscles of his arms flexing even as he resisted his first primal urge. “We will leave you to your own tender healing, however...” He straightened from the door slowly his arms falling to his side. “All anyone else should ever know of this encounter is that it was only me here in this room with you discussing this. Are we clear healer?”