Collective Collapse Repairs [R'ana]

OOC: I'm sorry I held us up again. I'm going to exit here and leave the thread for you two to go on, if you wish.

R'ana gracefully continued into the conversation, explaining how she felt and why. Even though the topic had veered into the uncomfortable range, R'ana seemed to have no qualms with discussing something that could potentially be very personal, perhaps even outrageous. In fact, Oahvakeen felt convinced that no other woman could handle this topic as smoothly as R'ana just had. He admired her grace and openness.

"Bubbly pie does sound good right about now...", and just like that his mind had gone from relationships to sex to relationships to food. Typical male behavior.

R'ana's continued discussion engaged his mind again as she explained her theories of dragon impressions. If only those with a hole would impress... he felt sure he had no hole. Therefore he couldn't impress; it would be impossible. All this fretting about dragons was insane then and he was worrying needlessly - and all the trouble that the weyr put him through to steal him and make him go through clutch after clutch trying to impress a dragon, an event that couldn't ever happen.

"That makes me feel better. I think you're right. You have to be right. It makes so much sense now...", his voice trailed off as he pondered other things. But R'ana's hand was gone now. As to not seem like a fool, he withdrew his hand, but silently pouted to himself about the idolized body part that he felt he could not live without.

R'ana's prowess in this situation was admirable. She continued to talk to their rescuer all throughout their conversation, with a cool head. He couldn't really do that. Part of him was still scared, he'd just grown tired of admitting it out loud.

"Thank you, R'ana...", he gulped before he echoed her sentiment.

I'shan had said that help would be here soon, and it was. He felt that a great deal of care was taken to release him from his prison. It touched his heart that others would care enough for a lowly stolen like him, someone who had been taken by force. It made him want to rethink his position and attitude towards the Weyr... but perhaps another time when he wasn't so hurt and tired.

I'shan was talking to them, now. Oahvakeen was sprawled out on the floor, holding a leg with one arm and his other arm nursing the first arm. He now sat on a piece of rubble, various stones all around him. He watched to see if R'ana would reply first, but felt perhaps he should start talking for the sake of talking.

"We were... there was ...", he put a hand to his head. He half expected to realize that he had a headache, or find that his head wasn't present at all. But he was fine. He just had trouble putting the pieces together of the event. "There was a wall that was getting ready to cave in. And I got R'ana to help me push it the other way... it was really important for some reason... Oh, and there were pipes. I was afraid the pipes would burst if the wall fell and hit them, and there would be scalding water everywhere and water damadge and mold and a depleted water supply. But we got trapped. I can't remember how we got trapped."

Oahvakeen gingerly reached forwards towards I'shan like a toddler begging to be picked up, and then tried to hug him. He began the beginnings of the motion again towards R'ana, but feeling awkward, gave up before much of any body language could be conveyed. It looked like Oahvakeen was orchestrating musical notes in the air more than anything else.

He went back to looking at I'shan. He wanted to say something, to say more, but his Masculine Codex of Manliness (his made up moral code on how to be manly), wouldn't let him. He simply couldn't think of anything that wouldn't well up tears in his eyes. He reached again and tried to pat the man's hand. It was hardly a context-appropriate gesture. I'shan had rescued him and stayed with them just as R'ana had. A stranger had cared. D'aww. Oahvakeen began to doubt if his approach of being passive, scared, self-doubting, and low self-confidence was truly a good one. But he hardly felt like examining his own character traits just now. Perhaps he'd try to be more like I'shan a little later. Besides, he hardly knew the man.

He gingerly lifted himself up and hobbled to the back of the room. There were still some cots in the Healing Hall, and he found one and lifted himself onto it. It wasn't a graceful motion. "I think I'll just...", he had fallen asleep as soon as he'd gotten his body onto the cot. Soft snores protruded from his mouth. The adrenaline had long since faded, and now exhaustion took over.

Later, when he was awake, he'd find out that his injuries were scrapes and cuts everywhere, a sprained arm, deep lacerations on his legs, and a badly bruised leg bone.

-- exit / fade out --