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24.Aug.12, 01:38 PM
The chair was bitterly cold against her bottom in the chill of an autumn evening. Jada wriggled uncomfortably as the Healer made some small gesture in his face, then partly left the security of his blankets to reach out for her wrist.She extended her arm willingly, and regretted it almost as soon as he touched her. Poking and prodding, the Master was missing much of his usual finesse. Jada was unable to keep the uncomfortable expressions off her face, but she did manage to keep the whimper of pain when he poked a particularly sore spot in the limb contained well enough. Still, when he let go, she was more than relieved. He usually had such tender hands when he ws dealing with her. Was it because she'd woken him up? Was he mad at her? He could have simply told her to go away; She would have, without even complaining. The Harper moved to rub her wrist, then winced, and instead settled for patting it, watching him with eyes that probably looked more accusing than she meant them to.
"No, that's because I've been neglectful." Her tone was pert. "Besides, doctors are supposed to be hairy old folk, not peers with more brains than their fair share." His face was speaking volumes right about now, but Jada wasn't sure how much of it would be polite to read, even if she could. And there lay the rub; she could read his expression, but what kinds of trouble might she get in if she spoke of what she saw? If he felt that there was a certain line that should not be crossed as she was his patient, shouldn't she respect that? On the other hand, Jada had never been too much able to ignore something she saw in someone. It was in her to care, and when she saw the hint of sadness, she was hard-pressed to try and restrain herself.
Of course she failed.
Her eyes drifted over the lines of Talian's face, watching for those subtle shifts that she recognized in other people. His brows shifted, his eyes focused and refocused from one thought to the next, and his lips twitched, just a hair. Jada shifted in her chair, adjusting her skirt, hating that she wasn't wearing pants. If she was, she could just sit like a man, instead of this accursed ladylike position that dragged her mind away from concentrating and into more spoiled, selfish things, like herself.
His brows drew together now, in an expression that she was well-equipped to recognize as anger. She was seeing the look more and more on people's faces lately, and it made Jada increasingly uncomfortable to see it. One day, someone was going to act on that anger, and people were going to get hurt. But how could she stop it? How could she help? She didn't know, and that was what made her useless. She was equipped to deal with angry children, certainly; that required quick thinking. So why didn't it apply to grownups?
She shifted in Talian's chair, lifting her feet off the floor and onto the chair with her, hauling her skirts and legs onto the chair and crossing her limbs. Why was she thinking about this now? He very well could be considering her wrist. And that connected a few dots in her mind. "Krypth didn't hurt me." she told him, going for the worst possible excuse first. "Not directly. I wanted to to tell her goodnight." She knew the man had very strong feelings about dragons, and she had told him she had gone on the Sands- she had been such a dimglow! She had probably made it even worse now. Oh, oh...
Sighing, Talian closed his eyes, and Jada wrung her hands nervously, wondering if she should just go now and avoid the anger she was sure to see in his gaze when he reopened them. It would likely be for the best if she did choose to go now, instead of sitting here- oh. His shoulders slumped. Maybe he hadn't heard her.
Rough night? Jada blinked, but took it in stride. "i'm sorry." She told him, voice sincere. "Look, I've... heard the rumors about what happened to you." She'd heard that he had tried to kill himself, and that had been the cause of the commotion that night, that seemed so very long ago, now... "I just wanted to say that... I mean... I'm sorry, ignore me." Her courage gave out before she could bring herself to tell him that if he needed help, he could turn to the leadership for help. And they would help him, he was an important person to them. They would have to help them, wouldn't they? "If it isn't broken, I'll just go get something cold from the kitchens to put on it."
"No, that's because I've been neglectful." Her tone was pert. "Besides, doctors are supposed to be hairy old folk, not peers with more brains than their fair share." His face was speaking volumes right about now, but Jada wasn't sure how much of it would be polite to read, even if she could. And there lay the rub; she could read his expression, but what kinds of trouble might she get in if she spoke of what she saw? If he felt that there was a certain line that should not be crossed as she was his patient, shouldn't she respect that? On the other hand, Jada had never been too much able to ignore something she saw in someone. It was in her to care, and when she saw the hint of sadness, she was hard-pressed to try and restrain herself.
Of course she failed.
Her eyes drifted over the lines of Talian's face, watching for those subtle shifts that she recognized in other people. His brows shifted, his eyes focused and refocused from one thought to the next, and his lips twitched, just a hair. Jada shifted in her chair, adjusting her skirt, hating that she wasn't wearing pants. If she was, she could just sit like a man, instead of this accursed ladylike position that dragged her mind away from concentrating and into more spoiled, selfish things, like herself.
His brows drew together now, in an expression that she was well-equipped to recognize as anger. She was seeing the look more and more on people's faces lately, and it made Jada increasingly uncomfortable to see it. One day, someone was going to act on that anger, and people were going to get hurt. But how could she stop it? How could she help? She didn't know, and that was what made her useless. She was equipped to deal with angry children, certainly; that required quick thinking. So why didn't it apply to grownups?
She shifted in Talian's chair, lifting her feet off the floor and onto the chair with her, hauling her skirts and legs onto the chair and crossing her limbs. Why was she thinking about this now? He very well could be considering her wrist. And that connected a few dots in her mind. "Krypth didn't hurt me." she told him, going for the worst possible excuse first. "Not directly. I wanted to to tell her goodnight." She knew the man had very strong feelings about dragons, and she had told him she had gone on the Sands- she had been such a dimglow! She had probably made it even worse now. Oh, oh...
Sighing, Talian closed his eyes, and Jada wrung her hands nervously, wondering if she should just go now and avoid the anger she was sure to see in his gaze when he reopened them. It would likely be for the best if she did choose to go now, instead of sitting here- oh. His shoulders slumped. Maybe he hadn't heard her.
Rough night? Jada blinked, but took it in stride. "i'm sorry." She told him, voice sincere. "Look, I've... heard the rumors about what happened to you." She'd heard that he had tried to kill himself, and that had been the cause of the commotion that night, that seemed so very long ago, now... "I just wanted to say that... I mean... I'm sorry, ignore me." Her courage gave out before she could bring herself to tell him that if he needed help, he could turn to the leadership for help. And they would help him, he was an important person to them. They would have to help them, wouldn't they? "If it isn't broken, I'll just go get something cold from the kitchens to put on it."
