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26.Feb.12, 05:36 AM
Talian frowned and promptly snatched Valerian's forearm, eyes locking on the irritated wrist. "B'jin swooped down and snatched you, eh?" he asked in an impossibly dry tone. "He kind of does that sometimes." A curt pause. "Not much you can do about that." It seemed the healer was developing a sense of humor, albeit a dark one. Oddly enough, this sharp comment was still delivered in Talian's normal smooth, mellow voice. It made him sound more like a mumbling eccentric than the grumpy cynic that he imagined he sounded like. Talian didn't appear to have fangs even when actively trying to.
He followed Valerian to his seat before taking the wrist again, inspecting it carefully. "Looks like you may have pulled it a bit," he commented. He glowered in distaste at the story. G'rem reminded him of some of the masters back at his hall, and he didn't care for it. There was a reason he kept his head low around the man. Talian was an expert at keeping his head low around hard men. "I can certainly get you some numbweed for it," he continued. He placed one finger on the puffy flesh and applied just a tiny amount of pressure. Unimpressed, he quirked a brow. "I would suggest wrapping it, but I think it's a minor enough stretch that a wrap would just be in the way," he murmured. He didn't adopt his overly-polite 'healer' voice this time. He was, after all, treating a friend.
He was still all business, though. He released Valerian's wrist and moved to the other side of the room to fetch some numbweed. "I'm sorry to hear about that..." he sighed as he spun around. He brought the salve and smiled, motioning for Val to hold his hand out. Talian thought the expectations of the weyr administration were ridiculous, but he didn't need to say it for it to be obvious.
"...How have you been?" he asked, his tone becoming more personable but still refusing to brighten. The healer's mood was dim today, but Valerian's appearance helped a bit. He'd enjoyed the other man's company since the incident in the dining caverns, though he still wanted to know the harper better. "It's been a while."
He followed Valerian to his seat before taking the wrist again, inspecting it carefully. "Looks like you may have pulled it a bit," he commented. He glowered in distaste at the story. G'rem reminded him of some of the masters back at his hall, and he didn't care for it. There was a reason he kept his head low around the man. Talian was an expert at keeping his head low around hard men. "I can certainly get you some numbweed for it," he continued. He placed one finger on the puffy flesh and applied just a tiny amount of pressure. Unimpressed, he quirked a brow. "I would suggest wrapping it, but I think it's a minor enough stretch that a wrap would just be in the way," he murmured. He didn't adopt his overly-polite 'healer' voice this time. He was, after all, treating a friend.
He was still all business, though. He released Valerian's wrist and moved to the other side of the room to fetch some numbweed. "I'm sorry to hear about that..." he sighed as he spun around. He brought the salve and smiled, motioning for Val to hold his hand out. Talian thought the expectations of the weyr administration were ridiculous, but he didn't need to say it for it to be obvious.
"...How have you been?" he asked, his tone becoming more personable but still refusing to brighten. The healer's mood was dim today, but Valerian's appearance helped a bit. He'd enjoyed the other man's company since the incident in the dining caverns, though he still wanted to know the harper better. "It's been a while."
