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28.May.22, 04:00 AM
Observant as he was, it was impossible for Chir not to notice the way Siro considered him before grabbing an extra towel. Maybe it was a small thing to a weyrleader's son, but to the hunter, it was big. The number of people who actively considered him in their actions could be counted on one hand, and all of them, he had met today.
For one who didn't have a dragon to read into his emotions, Siro seemed especially attuned to his feelings. Maybe he was just obvious about the way he avoided anyone's gazes as he followed Siro's example and stripped free of the storage clothes the healers had provided, but he appreciated that Siro cared enough to notice his discomfort. The mention of the pair of them impressing bronze dragons had him thinking about Urudith with a frown. He far preferred Larrikith's kindness. The green dragon seemed far more accepting, and hadn't she admitted to not preferring the company of most bronze dragons? Considering his own experience, maybe he wouldn't either.
Left naked other than the bandage wrapped around his middle, the one encircling his right shoulder, and the sling that held his right arm steady, Chir followed Siro towards the baths. He hesitated, anticipating the usual cold of the rivers only to blink in surprise. It was warm. Really warm! Actually eager to dip farther in, he sank down until the water settled just above his hips before considering his bandages. They would probably tighten uncomfortably if he got them wet... But after seeing Siro submerge himself completely, Chir knew he wanted to as well.
The hunter was in the process of unwinding the sling when Siro mentioned the pair of them coming up with a way to communicate while Fancy swam around. Canting his head to the side, he stopped his task to hold his fingers up as Siro showed and found himself smiling widely. It felt like a secret, this sign only the two of them understood. Finding he quite liked it, Chir nodded affirmatively.
When Siro mentioned whistling, the hunter shook his head as he finished removing the sling and started to unwind the bandages along his right shoulder. The punctures looked deep when he revealed them, evidence of the wherry's claws, but he was surprised to note the distinct lack of angry heat or redness around them. Whatever the healers had applied worked quickly.
With as much care as he could manage one-handed, Chir organized the sling and bandages on the side of the bath before tending to the one around his middle. It was more difficult without using his right hand, and against healers' orders, he lowered his arm to assist in the process. Chir didn't feel the way the movement pulled at the still-healing flesh but noted with surprise the way blood spilled freshly from the site and winced in apology towards Siro. He knew he'd mentioned not caring for hunting. Perhaps it was an aversion to blood that had caused it. He knew of others at the Hold with similar misgivings.
To hopefully prevent his roommate from any discomfort, he turned to hide his wounds, baring only his back to Siro's view when he finally exposed the wound along his side. Unlike the one at his shoulder, this one was notably angry and had vicious bruising spread wide around the area. But it didn't bleed like the one at his shoulder, and Chir felt an uncomfortable concern about how that may actually be a bad thing. Bleeding meant a site could heal. He'd seen it before. When a wound couldn't bleed, it meant the area around it would die.
While Siro explained whistling, Chironhes finally sank fully into the bath and pushed worries of his injuries away. He let the water close over his head and ran his left hand across his tight curls before resurfacing. The water diluted the blood and he watched in fascination as the dirtied bath water eddied towards a drain without leaving the pair of them soaking in the mire.
He turned back around, this time making sure to keep his arm tucked close, and used his good hand to scrub at himself with the material Siro had slid across the edge of the pool towards him. Despite his intention to be gentle around his right shoulder, the slightest bit of pressure against his skin had the wound bleeding freely again. Slapping his hand against the tenderized flesh only encouraged it to flow around his fingers, clearly frustrating the young hunter. This was not working out as he'd planned.
For one who didn't have a dragon to read into his emotions, Siro seemed especially attuned to his feelings. Maybe he was just obvious about the way he avoided anyone's gazes as he followed Siro's example and stripped free of the storage clothes the healers had provided, but he appreciated that Siro cared enough to notice his discomfort. The mention of the pair of them impressing bronze dragons had him thinking about Urudith with a frown. He far preferred Larrikith's kindness. The green dragon seemed far more accepting, and hadn't she admitted to not preferring the company of most bronze dragons? Considering his own experience, maybe he wouldn't either.
Left naked other than the bandage wrapped around his middle, the one encircling his right shoulder, and the sling that held his right arm steady, Chir followed Siro towards the baths. He hesitated, anticipating the usual cold of the rivers only to blink in surprise. It was warm. Really warm! Actually eager to dip farther in, he sank down until the water settled just above his hips before considering his bandages. They would probably tighten uncomfortably if he got them wet... But after seeing Siro submerge himself completely, Chir knew he wanted to as well.
The hunter was in the process of unwinding the sling when Siro mentioned the pair of them coming up with a way to communicate while Fancy swam around. Canting his head to the side, he stopped his task to hold his fingers up as Siro showed and found himself smiling widely. It felt like a secret, this sign only the two of them understood. Finding he quite liked it, Chir nodded affirmatively.
When Siro mentioned whistling, the hunter shook his head as he finished removing the sling and started to unwind the bandages along his right shoulder. The punctures looked deep when he revealed them, evidence of the wherry's claws, but he was surprised to note the distinct lack of angry heat or redness around them. Whatever the healers had applied worked quickly.
With as much care as he could manage one-handed, Chir organized the sling and bandages on the side of the bath before tending to the one around his middle. It was more difficult without using his right hand, and against healers' orders, he lowered his arm to assist in the process. Chir didn't feel the way the movement pulled at the still-healing flesh but noted with surprise the way blood spilled freshly from the site and winced in apology towards Siro. He knew he'd mentioned not caring for hunting. Perhaps it was an aversion to blood that had caused it. He knew of others at the Hold with similar misgivings.
To hopefully prevent his roommate from any discomfort, he turned to hide his wounds, baring only his back to Siro's view when he finally exposed the wound along his side. Unlike the one at his shoulder, this one was notably angry and had vicious bruising spread wide around the area. But it didn't bleed like the one at his shoulder, and Chir felt an uncomfortable concern about how that may actually be a bad thing. Bleeding meant a site could heal. He'd seen it before. When a wound couldn't bleed, it meant the area around it would die.
While Siro explained whistling, Chironhes finally sank fully into the bath and pushed worries of his injuries away. He let the water close over his head and ran his left hand across his tight curls before resurfacing. The water diluted the blood and he watched in fascination as the dirtied bath water eddied towards a drain without leaving the pair of them soaking in the mire.
He turned back around, this time making sure to keep his arm tucked close, and used his good hand to scrub at himself with the material Siro had slid across the edge of the pool towards him. Despite his intention to be gentle around his right shoulder, the slightest bit of pressure against his skin had the wound bleeding freely again. Slapping his hand against the tenderized flesh only encouraged it to flow around his fingers, clearly frustrating the young hunter. This was not working out as he'd planned.
