20.Apr.12, 01:55 PM
S'kef reached out and accepted the tea leaves with a curt nod. he'd noticed Erisi's dismissive mannerisms, but he wasn't quite offended by them. Erisi was a weyrling, and bonded to (rumors said) a tart of a green at that. Let him get the sauciness out of his system now. He'd have to learn his place sooner or later.
The thought brought a flickering smile to the ailing brownrider's face. "I'm not so fragile," he remarked, leaning against the counter with one arm and holding the leaves with the other. They were high quality; he could smell them without even lifting them to his nose. He didn't admit it in his surface thoughts, but he couldn't wait to feel their soothing effect on his distressed body.
He neglected to mention how the healers were being slow about his treatment. They still had no idea what was wrong with him. Shards, they were even slow bringing him his pain medication! But it was all right. Short of a knife to the throat or poison in his tea, S'kef was determined he would survive his illness, no matter what the healers tried to do.
He eyes Erisi thoughtfully. "I'm actually feeling a little bit better," he said, though the casualness of his tone betrayed his disinterest. He was, instead, sizing Erisi up.
Wasn't this the one N'gelt had punched? A wicked grin crossed S'kef's face as he thought back on that whole...incident. He'd been in charge of approaching N'gelt about it. Of course, a brownrider got some leniency when the man he attacked was just a green.
"Your face looks better."
The thought brought a flickering smile to the ailing brownrider's face. "I'm not so fragile," he remarked, leaning against the counter with one arm and holding the leaves with the other. They were high quality; he could smell them without even lifting them to his nose. He didn't admit it in his surface thoughts, but he couldn't wait to feel their soothing effect on his distressed body.
He neglected to mention how the healers were being slow about his treatment. They still had no idea what was wrong with him. Shards, they were even slow bringing him his pain medication! But it was all right. Short of a knife to the throat or poison in his tea, S'kef was determined he would survive his illness, no matter what the healers tried to do.
He eyes Erisi thoughtfully. "I'm actually feeling a little bit better," he said, though the casualness of his tone betrayed his disinterest. He was, instead, sizing Erisi up.
Wasn't this the one N'gelt had punched? A wicked grin crossed S'kef's face as he thought back on that whole...incident. He'd been in charge of approaching N'gelt about it. Of course, a brownrider got some leniency when the man he attacked was just a green.
"Your face looks better."