Logs:How's He Doing
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2014 |
| Who: Oliwer, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi inadvertently informs Oliwer of the death of his weyrmate's grandmother. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: G'laer/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst. Backdated. |
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| With Jinja gone, Telavi's had to rely on other sources for those healering needs that just don't need to come to the attention of someone higher on the food chain; she did finally win Treinan over enough to get things taken care of, but if he didn't have that pesky memory for when she and Jinja made his life that much more exciting, it would be so much easier. As it is, with him off measuring out her tea, the sort of tea that someone like G'laer should never have to take or Treinan himself for that matter, she's left to her own devices. That means leaning on the counter, looking idly around, reaching to play with the jar of dip pens and styli, and generally killing time. Oliwer comes to the counter within a few minutes and there's his typical offer of a warm, friendly smile to the woman waiting there. He does important things with papers for a few moments before asking, "You have been helped, haven't you? I don't know why I assumed." "Because I look expectant?" Possibly impatient? It's old-man-healer, but Telavi takes a breath of infirmary air and dimples at Oliwer anyway; he's nice-old-man-healer. While she's at it, "Anything exciting happen here today? Missing limbs, guts tied in knots, the odd case of leprosy?" "Right," says Oliwer, frowning for just a very brief moment. "Of course." That makes sense. Maybe it's been a long day. "No. Nothing terribly exciting, fortunately. I prefer it that way." Even on the really boring days, which must surely happen on occasion. But Oliwer does tend to seem like the sort of man who prefers boring things in general. "It's probably better for your patients," Telavi forgives, though that dimple is showing up again. At least, until her expression changes; until that dimple fades. She drops her voice, too low to be casual. "Is G'laer on the upswing all right? After... you know." Even if it has been going on four months now. The healer flickers a smile for the sake of his patients. He can't deny the truth of that. But then Oliwer is frowning again, this time uncertainly. "After?" He doesn't comment on how G'laer is doing, of course, because he has been off and it's been a source of much mystery for Oliwer. "Well," Telavi's apologetic; surely she's bothering G'laer's weyrmate with these old upsets. In fact, quickly, "Not to imply that he couldn't get past it or anything? By now?" She bites her lip, glancing away and then back to Oliwer, blue-today eyes entreating. "She was so special to him, I just wondered, and of course it didn't feel right asking him," the person directly affected, never! "about Gran." It's not until Telavi has mentioned G'laer's grandmother that it's pretty obvious that Oliwer is totally lost. But he's a smart man. He'll figure this out. Give him a moment. There we go. The moment he does figure it out is pretty obvious, too. He looks struck, slightly pale, and he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing manages its way out. Tela's got her hand to her mouth. "You didn't really-- he didn't-- " Uh oh. Oliwer closes his eyes and looks, for a brief moment, like he might be sick. The worst of that feeling has passed once he's opened his eyes again, letting him, finally, sort of ask, "His grandmother? She... she's gone?" Uh oh, indeed. "When?" Telavi's already nodding-- though then she seems to have to stop, looking distracted in a way that might mean talking to her dragon were she plenty of other riders, but for her turns out to be counting. "Four months? Ish? He really didn't tell you?!" And she thinks-- or rather, tries not to think-- she keeps secrets! Four months. Four months. Oliwer is at a loss for how to even process that information and it leaves him staring at Telavi for an uncomfortable few moments. "No," is what he finally forces himself to say. Then, more easily, "No. He hasn't said a word to me. Why wouldn't he tell me that?" That's probably rhetorical, but it might not feel like it the way Oliwer keeps staring dumbly at the greenrider. Telavi's hands are in the air after he asks that, as though they had just been thawed from all that frozen staring. "I have no idea, Oliwer, I just don't know. Maybe he didn't want to cry?" Is G'laer capable of crying? "They told the family in a letter..." so, or at least she thinks, they all knew. That doesn't seem like a very good reason to Oliwer, though that might only be because he's sort of looking like he might start crying himself. "He told you?" He doesn't mean that in any sort of insulting way, but it's perhaps not obvious that he doesn't. He's too upset to be that careful with his tone of voice. Wide eyes, Telavi's. "No!" True, it might look like that, but, "I told him." No, that isn't good either. At least there's a counter between them, one from which she's moved away; Oliwer can hardly be actively threatening, but it could be the 'who knows what he'll do' degree of upset... including those prospective tears. "I mean, I was the messenger? With the letter? Except I didn't know what was in it, it's not my fault," perhaps that last wasn't really meant to be out loud but there it is. "I'll just..." 'leave him in peace'! The blonde even takes another step back. It takes him longer than it usually might to process her body language, if he does at all. In the end, he says, "I'm sorry. No, of course it's not. I just... I need to-- excuse me." And with that, Oliwer is turning away from the counter to head further into the infirmary to deal with his emotions somewhere more private, leaving Telavi to wait for her tea alone. |
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