02.Oct.12, 07:06 AM
Talian wasn't busy. He was almost never busy. Katila was the land of 'boring', always stuck in one place with no dicernable different between one day and another. Talian was merely loitering, his mind spinning in ten different directions at once as he went through a list of ideas concerning his latest project. B'jin had given Talian a wonderful idea for a way to fill his time, but the healer was quickly learning why so little knowledge on that particular subject already existed. A numbweed allergy? After three months, the master healer had determined beyond reasonable doubt that it was incurable.
'Incurable' meant he would have to find another way. Instead of curing the allergy, he would simply try to develop an alternative. The young man was pacing through the hall that day, his nose firmly locked in a book. It was his second book that day. Of course, he'd already read everything that this damn place had to offer, but it couldn't hurt to read it again...even though to this day, he'd never actually forgotten something he'd read.
It was worth a shot, right?
Oh, someone was calling his name. Talian slammed the book shut and turned towards her, expression brightening one shade. His focused, largely soulless reading face faded in exchange for just a hint of doctor-like concern. "Hello, miss. Can I help you?"
He frowned at her actual request. He reached for the white headband that always hung around his neck and slowly lifted it, tying it into place as his eyes wandered to the obvious wound site. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Unless you have medical training, that is. Amateurs don't have any business stitching themselves," he said, eyes locked firmly on her bloodied thigh. "Would you mind coming with me?"
'Incurable' meant he would have to find another way. Instead of curing the allergy, he would simply try to develop an alternative. The young man was pacing through the hall that day, his nose firmly locked in a book. It was his second book that day. Of course, he'd already read everything that this damn place had to offer, but it couldn't hurt to read it again...even though to this day, he'd never actually forgotten something he'd read.
It was worth a shot, right?
Oh, someone was calling his name. Talian slammed the book shut and turned towards her, expression brightening one shade. His focused, largely soulless reading face faded in exchange for just a hint of doctor-like concern. "Hello, miss. Can I help you?"
He frowned at her actual request. He reached for the white headband that always hung around his neck and slowly lifted it, tying it into place as his eyes wandered to the obvious wound site. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Unless you have medical training, that is. Amateurs don't have any business stitching themselves," he said, eyes locked firmly on her bloodied thigh. "Would you mind coming with me?"