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21.Mar.13, 08:20 PM
Talian wasn't exactly pleased with being told what to do, but he couldn't stay angry long once he learned the reason why. If someone needed medical attention, he wasn't going to turn them away, even if the alert did some someone the young man feared and despised. It was fortunate timing too, for he'd only just arrived at the hall to begin a volunteer shift. His lessons had slowed down and Khaduceth was big enough to tend to himself for the most part, giving Talian a little bit more free time. What better way to spend it than working?
He frowned as he stepped into the lobby. He was dressed in his trademark brown clothes and headband, with Fellis nestled sweetly on his shoulder. Then Isscer came in, Talian was surprised by two things: the fact that at least one of the injured parties was familiar and the fact that he seemed to have a broken nose. The healer hadn't know what he was dealing with from the start, and it was already proving more than he'd expected.
"Isscer?" Talian asked, lifting a brow and walking forward urgently. "Come along, let's get this tended to." A broken nose was routine enough. Talian was sure he could fix him up in no time, but he was more curious than he should have been, and maybe a little worried. He knew that he and Isscer shared the same sentiments towards the Weyr, though they hadn't spoken much (if at all) since Khaduceth's appearance. Talian assumed he was being avoided...he was a traitor, after all.
He frowned as he stepped into the lobby. He was dressed in his trademark brown clothes and headband, with Fellis nestled sweetly on his shoulder. Then Isscer came in, Talian was surprised by two things: the fact that at least one of the injured parties was familiar and the fact that he seemed to have a broken nose. The healer hadn't know what he was dealing with from the start, and it was already proving more than he'd expected.
"Isscer?" Talian asked, lifting a brow and walking forward urgently. "Come along, let's get this tended to." A broken nose was routine enough. Talian was sure he could fix him up in no time, but he was more curious than he should have been, and maybe a little worried. He knew that he and Isscer shared the same sentiments towards the Weyr, though they hadn't spoken much (if at all) since Khaduceth's appearance. Talian assumed he was being avoided...he was a traitor, after all.
