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20.Apr.12, 04:10 AM
It had been a long, hard week for Talian.
Farlint's condition was fluctuating. For a couple tenuous sevendays, Tal feared they may have to take the poor man's leg off. The temperamental wound kept getting infected, but at least the break was setting well. Of course, the infections made Far feverish and uncomfortable. Talian had to sedate the poor man half the time, if only to keep him comfortable.
Fortunately, Far's new medicine was working out well. The infection was clearing up and Far's fever was going down. Tal had even managed a brief but coherent conversation with the man earlier. That was a load off his mind!
Now, with that particular concern out of his mind for the time being, Tal moved into the dining hall. He'd managed to forget to eat all day. His stomach ground and gurgled as he marched into the hall, eyes scanning the room quickly in search of- hey!
He smiled instinctively when he saw Eri and Val. He hadn't spoken to either of them much since their Impressions, partially due to busy schedules but also due to self-imposed exile. The hatching made Tal feel more like an outsider than ever, especially with his friends Impressed. On some level, he blamed himself for it. He sure was pleased to see them, though.
He walked over cautiously, his enthusiasm curbed by the look on Eri's face. Talian had a mind for details, but it didn't take a lot of perceptiveness to see something was wrong. Eri's hair was down - he never wore it down, did he?
"Hello," Tal said gently as he walked up, his presence minimal. He probably could have lingered close and gone unnoticed if he tried, or even if he simply remained quiet. His body language was as meek as ever, perhaps more thanks to his fatigue from overwork.
He frowned. "How are you guys been?" he inquired softly.
Farlint's condition was fluctuating. For a couple tenuous sevendays, Tal feared they may have to take the poor man's leg off. The temperamental wound kept getting infected, but at least the break was setting well. Of course, the infections made Far feverish and uncomfortable. Talian had to sedate the poor man half the time, if only to keep him comfortable.
Fortunately, Far's new medicine was working out well. The infection was clearing up and Far's fever was going down. Tal had even managed a brief but coherent conversation with the man earlier. That was a load off his mind!
Now, with that particular concern out of his mind for the time being, Tal moved into the dining hall. He'd managed to forget to eat all day. His stomach ground and gurgled as he marched into the hall, eyes scanning the room quickly in search of- hey!
He smiled instinctively when he saw Eri and Val. He hadn't spoken to either of them much since their Impressions, partially due to busy schedules but also due to self-imposed exile. The hatching made Tal feel more like an outsider than ever, especially with his friends Impressed. On some level, he blamed himself for it. He sure was pleased to see them, though.
He walked over cautiously, his enthusiasm curbed by the look on Eri's face. Talian had a mind for details, but it didn't take a lot of perceptiveness to see something was wrong. Eri's hair was down - he never wore it down, did he?
"Hello," Tal said gently as he walked up, his presence minimal. He probably could have lingered close and gone unnoticed if he tried, or even if he simply remained quiet. His body language was as meek as ever, perhaps more thanks to his fatigue from overwork.
He frowned. "How are you guys been?" he inquired softly.
