18.Feb.12, 12:20 AM
"Sometimes, I prefer being out here to being in there." For Erisi, any place that blocked his view of Katila Weyr was a good place. He found himself escaping to the forest more often, though what that indicated for him was still a mystery. Maybe avoiding the problem was the best solution for him. When he confronted it, he usually fought, his words got clipped and his patience thin. Erisi jumped into full confrontation mode whenever he was made to face the issue of Katila Weyr. It was better sometimes to not remind him of his predicament, though it was always in the back of his mind. At least back there, his thoughts wouldn't manifest themselves into aggression.
"I'm handling things okay today, so far at least." He cast a glance over to his companion, noting the obvious signs of fatigue. Again, he wasn't sure whether to press Talian to talk about his issues or distract him. Distracting him was fun, but that meant that Talian's real problems were shoved aside and never properly handled. "You look like you haven't slept," he commented bluntly. Erisi decided that he'd let Talian dictate the direction of their conversation. If Talian wanted to talk about his woes, Erisi would listen. It was the least that he could do for a friend.
"Why are you headed to the forest?" he asked, posing the question as a scape goat for Talian. If he didn't want to answer his previous inquiry, he could in turn answer this one. He could even answer both, for all that Erisi cared. The Harper just felt as if he were walking on thin ice with Talian, always carefully minding the Healer's boundaries, worried about stepping over them and what that would cause in the depressed man. This wasn't the sort of friendship Erisi would normally hold, or enjoy. He did like Talian well enough, but there was a part of him that almost felt obliged to watch over the Healer.
"I'm handling things okay today, so far at least." He cast a glance over to his companion, noting the obvious signs of fatigue. Again, he wasn't sure whether to press Talian to talk about his issues or distract him. Distracting him was fun, but that meant that Talian's real problems were shoved aside and never properly handled. "You look like you haven't slept," he commented bluntly. Erisi decided that he'd let Talian dictate the direction of their conversation. If Talian wanted to talk about his woes, Erisi would listen. It was the least that he could do for a friend.
"Why are you headed to the forest?" he asked, posing the question as a scape goat for Talian. If he didn't want to answer his previous inquiry, he could in turn answer this one. He could even answer both, for all that Erisi cared. The Harper just felt as if he were walking on thin ice with Talian, always carefully minding the Healer's boundaries, worried about stepping over them and what that would cause in the depressed man. This wasn't the sort of friendship Erisi would normally hold, or enjoy. He did like Talian well enough, but there was a part of him that almost felt obliged to watch over the Healer.