23.Aug.12, 01:04 AM
Tal sighed heavily as he peeled himself from the door. "You can pass on the drugs if you like," he explained, voice frail and strained. "But it will be painful if you do." He wanted to further explain what effects the fellis would have and why it would be beneficial, but he quickly realized that it would probably just come out as boring dribble. This poor man obviously had other things on his mind.
Ugh, those lacerations. Talian had seen flesh torn in such a way several times now. The first and most horrible had been B'jin, his green searchrider and dearest friend. Talian knew it was counter-intuitive and strange for him to be so attached to the man who'd ruined his life, but in the months after, B'jin made a touchingly sincere effort to make it up to the boy. Tal's mixed feelings shifted when he realized that B'jin loved him more than anyone else ever had.
Seeing those lashes....it brought back ugly memories.
Talian frowned and started to speak again, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Sanderon falter. "Shards!" Tal gasped, leaping forward to catch the man before he could collapse in the floor. Talian was thin, but he was in better shape now than he had been upon arrival. The Weyr's slave labor ensured that. He found it much easier to support the weight of another person than he would have a mere turn before.
"Come on," Tal said softly. He carefully hoisted Sand from his knees and started to carry him to the bed. The healer delicately set him down, then tried to coax him on to his stomach.
"Would you still prefer no fellis?" he asked softly, careful not to sound sarcastic. He wasn't, but for some reason people expected him to be these days. Why, he had no idea. Was it because of that bitter phase he'd gone through?
Ugh, those lacerations. Talian had seen flesh torn in such a way several times now. The first and most horrible had been B'jin, his green searchrider and dearest friend. Talian knew it was counter-intuitive and strange for him to be so attached to the man who'd ruined his life, but in the months after, B'jin made a touchingly sincere effort to make it up to the boy. Tal's mixed feelings shifted when he realized that B'jin loved him more than anyone else ever had.
Seeing those lashes....it brought back ugly memories.
Talian frowned and started to speak again, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Sanderon falter. "Shards!" Tal gasped, leaping forward to catch the man before he could collapse in the floor. Talian was thin, but he was in better shape now than he had been upon arrival. The Weyr's slave labor ensured that. He found it much easier to support the weight of another person than he would have a mere turn before.
"Come on," Tal said softly. He carefully hoisted Sand from his knees and started to carry him to the bed. The healer delicately set him down, then tried to coax him on to his stomach.
"Would you still prefer no fellis?" he asked softly, careful not to sound sarcastic. He wasn't, but for some reason people expected him to be these days. Why, he had no idea. Was it because of that bitter phase he'd gone through?