Accident and Emergency [Ryvian, Talian, Indivara]

"Whoops!"

Tal wasn't sure what tipped him off. Maybe it was the look in Indivara's eyes, or a sudden shudder in her lithe form. Something warned him though, and he was able to sidestep just in time to avoid being covered in vomit; mostly. There was a bit on his sleeve, but whatever. He'd been covered in worse. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, one hand resting very lightly on the girl's arm while he considered what had just happened. The situation suddenly seemed much more serious.

What could cause something like that? He lifted a brow and looked her over thoughtfully, ignoring Ryvian's shitty attitude problem while he considered the girl's sudden illness. "That's odd," he said slowly. He lifted one hand and placed it lightly on her forehead. Felt fine.

He supposed it could be due to trauma. "It's likely nothing to worry about. Sometimes people get sick from stress," he said as he moved across the room to gather some herbs from a drawer. They would settler her stomach if steeped in hot water, assuming it was just a run of the mill stomach ache. "But you hardly seem the type, and your wounds don't seem severe enough...and even if you were going to vomit from stress, it seems like you would have right after you were struck."  No one had told him she'd been struck, but once again...it didn't take a genius.

He grabbed a rag and wiped off the table, then handed her the herbs. "Have you been dizzy lately? Nauseous or loss of appetite?" he inquired, placing the herbs beside her and motioning for her to take them.  He spoke softly and in a very calm and detached tone, crisp but quick. He wanted to get it over with, but that didn't mean he wanted to rush it. He may have found both of them loathsome, but he was a healer and she was sick...if he was going to be stuck tending to J'ver and S'kef of all people, he could deal with these people. He reminded himself offhandedly that they'd probably had a bad day. He was grouchy on bad days, too.

He touched one thin finger to his chin and awaited a response. The questions were very general, but they would be helpful in narrowing down the causes. "Those herbs should settle your stomach. Steep them in hot water and have it with food. If they don't work, come back and see me again." He paused, and pursed his lips. "Is there any chance that you're pregnant, or that you had something bad to eat?" The questions were mostly formalities, and a 'yes' on either count would have surprised him.

He just shrugged, then took a step back. He retrieved the numbweed he'd used on Isscer and moved in to lightly dab it on her jaw. "...I can get you an ointment for that bruise as well, but unless you're worried about cosmetics, it's pretty useless...A lot of people ask for it, but it's pretty unnecessary. Just numbweed should do the trick..."

Now that business was done, he finally turned his eyes on Ryvian, almost dismissively. "And I think you mistake triage for an ill temper," he said calmly. "A more serious injury gets treatment first, and in the case of similar injuries, the first to arrive gets treatment first." And that was that.

He's free to tell just the same. No one will contradict you Khaduceth said with a hint of annoyance. Tal ignored him, though he appreciated the defense. He was uninterested in starting a feud with Ryvian. He was well past wanting to pick fights and debates, and he was just as happy to be the more mature person and ignore the bitchy comments. "Now, do you need anything else?" His attention was on Indivara again. He would wait for them to go before finishing up with Isscer.