06.Apr.21, 03:17 AM
Part of Cazan was numb, most of her really, as she watched her mate clutching at Parella's hand. She couldn't think of anything to do to make this better, to try and fix this. The healers were already on their way, what if she just messed something up if she tried to help? What if she got poisoned from whatever might be lingering on Parella? What if T'ryn got poisoned?!
That thought made Cazan move to insistently pull T'ryn back up just as the healers arrived. "T'ryn... love... come on, we need to be careful, you're still recovering and we don't... the flower. How the fuck did they poison a flower?" She wrapped her arms around her mate in a tight hug as she started to shake herself. "Breathe, T'ryn... breathe. I'm right here... and..." and what? What was she going to do except be fat and pregnant and worry? What was going to be poisoned next? How had the flower even gotten there? What if one of the firelizards had sniffed it first? What if she or T'ryn had? Why couldn't she have asked about the flower just a split second before anything happened?
"I'm sorry," she muttered softly as he gave him another squeeze and gently rubbed her hand along his back, the motion half intended to help soothe him, but also soothing to her. Her mate was still breathing, still alive, still awake, still here. Dragons were keening, Sir had returned to hiss at the healers from his lofty perch on a shelf, and Cazan was too tired to even cry.
Once the healers were gone and had taken Parella and the flower away with them she gently pulled T'ryn to the couch to curl up with him. Sir flew over to join them, marching imperiously onto their laps and settling between as if to remind T'ryn that he was only being allowed to touch Cazan by the bronze firelizard's good graces. Lady flew over to gently perch on T'ryn's shoulders for a cuddle of her own. "I'm so sorry, T'ryn... I wish I knew what to do."
That thought made Cazan move to insistently pull T'ryn back up just as the healers arrived. "T'ryn... love... come on, we need to be careful, you're still recovering and we don't... the flower. How the fuck did they poison a flower?" She wrapped her arms around her mate in a tight hug as she started to shake herself. "Breathe, T'ryn... breathe. I'm right here... and..." and what? What was she going to do except be fat and pregnant and worry? What was going to be poisoned next? How had the flower even gotten there? What if one of the firelizards had sniffed it first? What if she or T'ryn had? Why couldn't she have asked about the flower just a split second before anything happened?
"I'm sorry," she muttered softly as he gave him another squeeze and gently rubbed her hand along his back, the motion half intended to help soothe him, but also soothing to her. Her mate was still breathing, still alive, still awake, still here. Dragons were keening, Sir had returned to hiss at the healers from his lofty perch on a shelf, and Cazan was too tired to even cry.
Once the healers were gone and had taken Parella and the flower away with them she gently pulled T'ryn to the couch to curl up with him. Sir flew over to join them, marching imperiously onto their laps and settling between as if to remind T'ryn that he was only being allowed to touch Cazan by the bronze firelizard's good graces. Lady flew over to gently perch on T'ryn's shoulders for a cuddle of her own. "I'm so sorry, T'ryn... I wish I knew what to do."