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23.Aug.12, 05:19 PM
For a while, Jada had been afraid that no one was going to come to the door. She should have known better, however. The Talian that she had heard of, though she barely knew outside of a medical emergency, was not the kind of man who would ever choose to leave his door shut just because it was dark outside. She was a little more concerned that he was asleep, and he would open the door in an ill humor. If that was the case, she would take her chances with the scowling blonde. The woman bit her lip, considering, wondering if perhaps it would be better if she just did so anyway. But then, if he came to the door, he would believe himself the victim of a prank, and might not answer it the next time someone knocked...
And what if the next knock was a real emergency?
Jada shifted from foot to foot, looking quite nervously at an older man who ambled by, giving her a look that she wasn't quite certain how to read. It was partly hostile, partly curious; Jada responded with a vague smile and a nod of the head. He looked familiar, but really, she was quite terrible with names. He vanished around a corner, and she sank her white teeth into her lower lip, tugging. Through the door she thought that she could hear movement, and then a vague whisper.
"Hello?" she whispered back, startled by how quiet the noise had been. Was Talian ill? She had heard that he had been returning to his quarters earlier in the day now. What if he was sick, and didn't want anyone to know? It was possible, especially since the rumor went that Healers made the worst patients, and Talian was an amazingly skilled Healer. At least as far as the ones she had met went. Other Healers had patched up her numerous scraped and bruises, though Krypth protested every time, but Talian had always been the one to heal the major things. It seemed as though everyone in the Weyr trusted him as a Healer. He was needed. And if he was ill, there would be no small amount of concern, especially given that this habit had been occurring for almost two months. Maybe longer? When had she first heard the rumor?
The door creaked open, just a hair, and Jada took the vague invitation, slipping in the crack as best she could. It wasn't exactly wide enough for her, but she made do; Jada boldly sucked in her gut (which wasn't as much of a problem as the sheer width of her hips, actually) and tugging her skirt in behind her as it caught on the corner of the door. It shut behind her, firmly, and her eyes widened in surprise as the Healer bolted it firmly. Well there went her escape route if he decided he needed to set something. "Overall, I am quite well." Her mouth curved, the lower lip being released from her death grip on it to accommodate the action.
"Sorry I came by so late," she continued, watching Talian plunge himself into the comfort of his bed and tug a blanket over himself. Carefully, she seated herself on the chair she assumed was for guests- he had gestured to it, after all. "It was the stupidest thing, really. You know how clumsy I am." Her voice was amused at herself, and she waved her dominant hand. "Your Healers are quite protective of you. I guess they've figured out that I'm always bothering you with my health problems." Or rather, Krypth was. If there was one person in the Weyr she trusted with her Jada's health, it was the one person who they called MASTER healer.
"I was walking over the Sands, and I had the wonderful coordination to trip over my own feet." She held out her left wrist, which was reddened and stiff. "I don't think it is broken, but I would like you to take a look at it, if you don't mind." Jada licked her lips, considering.
Impetuously, she burst out, "We never talk, when I'm not injured. It makes me feel a little selfish." Which it did, even though he was a Healer. If it hadn't been how close they were in age, she probably never would have even thought to try and ask such a personal question. "Are you alright? You haven't been sick, have you?"
And what if the next knock was a real emergency?
Jada shifted from foot to foot, looking quite nervously at an older man who ambled by, giving her a look that she wasn't quite certain how to read. It was partly hostile, partly curious; Jada responded with a vague smile and a nod of the head. He looked familiar, but really, she was quite terrible with names. He vanished around a corner, and she sank her white teeth into her lower lip, tugging. Through the door she thought that she could hear movement, and then a vague whisper.
"Hello?" she whispered back, startled by how quiet the noise had been. Was Talian ill? She had heard that he had been returning to his quarters earlier in the day now. What if he was sick, and didn't want anyone to know? It was possible, especially since the rumor went that Healers made the worst patients, and Talian was an amazingly skilled Healer. At least as far as the ones she had met went. Other Healers had patched up her numerous scraped and bruises, though Krypth protested every time, but Talian had always been the one to heal the major things. It seemed as though everyone in the Weyr trusted him as a Healer. He was needed. And if he was ill, there would be no small amount of concern, especially given that this habit had been occurring for almost two months. Maybe longer? When had she first heard the rumor?
The door creaked open, just a hair, and Jada took the vague invitation, slipping in the crack as best she could. It wasn't exactly wide enough for her, but she made do; Jada boldly sucked in her gut (which wasn't as much of a problem as the sheer width of her hips, actually) and tugging her skirt in behind her as it caught on the corner of the door. It shut behind her, firmly, and her eyes widened in surprise as the Healer bolted it firmly. Well there went her escape route if he decided he needed to set something. "Overall, I am quite well." Her mouth curved, the lower lip being released from her death grip on it to accommodate the action.
"Sorry I came by so late," she continued, watching Talian plunge himself into the comfort of his bed and tug a blanket over himself. Carefully, she seated herself on the chair she assumed was for guests- he had gestured to it, after all. "It was the stupidest thing, really. You know how clumsy I am." Her voice was amused at herself, and she waved her dominant hand. "Your Healers are quite protective of you. I guess they've figured out that I'm always bothering you with my health problems." Or rather, Krypth was. If there was one person in the Weyr she trusted with her Jada's health, it was the one person who they called MASTER healer.
"I was walking over the Sands, and I had the wonderful coordination to trip over my own feet." She held out her left wrist, which was reddened and stiff. "I don't think it is broken, but I would like you to take a look at it, if you don't mind." Jada licked her lips, considering.
Impetuously, she burst out, "We never talk, when I'm not injured. It makes me feel a little selfish." Which it did, even though he was a Healer. If it hadn't been how close they were in age, she probably never would have even thought to try and ask such a personal question. "Are you alright? You haven't been sick, have you?"
