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07.Feb.12, 06:02 AM
Talian found himself staring directly at Valerian, as he so often did in times of intense emotion. "Three," he whispered to Lym, unaware of the softness of his own voice. Valerian had caught him. Valerian noticed the difference in temperament. The situation worsened only seconds later when Valerian added his second little comment. It's a good thing I never am, right? It was so subtle, Talian thought. Artfully subtle. Valerian knew something.
That was the only explanation. Valerian had something Talian would want him to be tight-lipped about. The healer shifted a nervous gaze to Lymsleia. She knew about his rank. Perhaps Val did as well. That had to be it!
His stomach churned as his gaze flickered back to Valerian. "I am very lucky," he said shallowly. He wiped a bit more blood from his face and finally replied to Lymsleia. "It's not broken...thank you, though. I needed to get out of there," he breathed.
The room was finally swirling into focus. He resisted the urge to check his own pulse., instead allowing Lym to take care of the medical side of things. He trusted her. He took in slow, deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. His veins throbbed less intensely and his hand finally returned to their usual steady state. He clenched them tightly.
"I owe both of you an apology. I didn't mean to make a spectacle of myself out there," he said meekly. "I've got a severe case of medical depression, and I had a bad response to the medication.." The explanation was more for Val than for Lym, of course. He didn't look either of them in the eye as he spoke. "I'm a fool, and I apologize."
That was the only explanation. Valerian had something Talian would want him to be tight-lipped about. The healer shifted a nervous gaze to Lymsleia. She knew about his rank. Perhaps Val did as well. That had to be it!
His stomach churned as his gaze flickered back to Valerian. "I am very lucky," he said shallowly. He wiped a bit more blood from his face and finally replied to Lymsleia. "It's not broken...thank you, though. I needed to get out of there," he breathed.
The room was finally swirling into focus. He resisted the urge to check his own pulse., instead allowing Lym to take care of the medical side of things. He trusted her. He took in slow, deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. His veins throbbed less intensely and his hand finally returned to their usual steady state. He clenched them tightly.
"I owe both of you an apology. I didn't mean to make a spectacle of myself out there," he said meekly. "I've got a severe case of medical depression, and I had a bad response to the medication.." The explanation was more for Val than for Lym, of course. He didn't look either of them in the eye as he spoke. "I'm a fool, and I apologize."
