01.Feb.12, 06:33 AM
Talian sniffled pathetically and buried his face in B'jin's shoulder again as quickly as he could. Some part of him wanted quite badly to stay angry at the greenrider. B'jin was responsible for all of his hard work going down the drain. Everything he'd ever struggled for, gone as quickly as it took a dragon to go between one place and another! But in that moment, as Talian lifted his head and felt B'jin wiping the tears away from his face, the healer realized that B'jin cared more for him now, after only two meetings, than most of the people he'd spent his entire life with.
He swallowed it like bitter medicine and lazily relaxed against the greenrider again, his chest heaving with occasional sobs. "Th-thank you," he managed to sigh. He was too emotionally drained to be ashamed, though a sour sense of resignation was coursing through his veins. Accepting B'jin's kindness was the final step towards utter surrender to the dragonriders. While he hated it in theory, he knew it was inevitable in practice. They had him, and there was nothing he could do.
Talian sighed after a few moments, his breathing finally under control though tears still poured from his eyes. "...Sorry for what?" he asked helplessly, though he expected he knew the answer. He just didn't know what else to say. "B'jin," he coughed, finally submitting to calling the rider by name, "I don't know what to do with myself..." It was true. He had no idea how to be anywhere but home, and he had no idea how to adapt to the Weyr, which he'd already determined he hated. What was there for him to do, other than sit around and put bandages on cuts until he died?
He squeezed B'jin again. He'd found something to cling to, even if doing so was essentially his own doom.
He swallowed it like bitter medicine and lazily relaxed against the greenrider again, his chest heaving with occasional sobs. "Th-thank you," he managed to sigh. He was too emotionally drained to be ashamed, though a sour sense of resignation was coursing through his veins. Accepting B'jin's kindness was the final step towards utter surrender to the dragonriders. While he hated it in theory, he knew it was inevitable in practice. They had him, and there was nothing he could do.
Talian sighed after a few moments, his breathing finally under control though tears still poured from his eyes. "...Sorry for what?" he asked helplessly, though he expected he knew the answer. He just didn't know what else to say. "B'jin," he coughed, finally submitting to calling the rider by name, "I don't know what to do with myself..." It was true. He had no idea how to be anywhere but home, and he had no idea how to adapt to the Weyr, which he'd already determined he hated. What was there for him to do, other than sit around and put bandages on cuts until he died?
He squeezed B'jin again. He'd found something to cling to, even if doing so was essentially his own doom.