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Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr

Two sets of double doors, one from the the inner caverns and a recently built set from the dragon infirmary, lead into the unnaturally hushed human infirmary. Despite fastidious cleaning, the scent of redwort and numbweed has long since soaked into every smooth-carved surface, along with other, subtler medicinal smells. Pristinely made cots are lined up against the walls; most of them are left open to view, but some in the back are surrounded by curtains for delicate procedures or critical patients.

About halfway between the two entrances is the counter for the healers on duty; it guards the entrance to the storage rooms just beyond, their shelves and cabinets lined with meticulously labeled bottles, boxes, jars, and even vats of supplies. The Weyrhealer's office is also here, along with another side room for mixing up medicines and the like.

Early evening finds the infirmary relatively quiet, the desk staffed by a single middle aged healer who, for the moment, occupies herself with a book. A few of the beds are filled, but there's no one waiting to see a healer, and no other healers in sight. The duty healer turns a page, shifting idly from one foot to the other, then back again, as though she just can't quite manage to keep still.

Who says kids aren't mean? Xeoshen would completely disagree with that statement at this point, as he moves into the infirmary. "Stupid little brats, I wasna even messin' with them." He mutters, holding one of his hands with the other hand.

"I told you to stay away from them," comes a grumbled hiss after Xeoshen with a wry type of snickering layered heavily under the thin veil of concern. But granted it's Zarenya that turns out to be the owner, the concern is more debatable in its sincerity. "Didn't I tell you this morning to leave them alone? This is what you get. I. Told. You. So." Laughter that can't be hidden now spikes and punctuates every syllable.

The healer at the desk - who is not Madilla, being all middle aged and all - glances up at the sound of new arrivals, though her gaze narrows at the sight of the pair of the. She sets down her book, wipes both hands on the white coat she wears, and then says, sounding both tired and resigned, "Can I help you?"

Xeoshen glares at Zarenya. "Like I wanted ta be there! I wasna even missin' with them, I was cleanin' up their sharding toys that left all over the play room, while them nannies got them ready ta go ta bed. That sharding little brat came outta nowhere decided he wanted ta take a chunk outta my hand!" Ungrateful little beasts, the whole lot of them. Je then approaches the desk, trying to ignore the peanut gallery. "Aye, I had a brat decide ta try and take a chunk outta my hand, he sharding broke the skin too." He says.

Zarenya smirks blatantly at Xeoshen without really offering to help at all. "Don' matter too much now though, now do it, boy? N'g'on an' face th'music. Pro'lly need more'an a hell'a stitches anyways. Trailin' blood through th'livin' caverns so that I gotta clean up after you." Remembering this, she scowls at him and eyes the healer, hanging back but continuing to glower at Xeoshen. "Dirty con."

"I'll ask you not to speak of the weyr's children as brats, thank you very much," says the healer, cool to the point of icy in her tone and mannerisms. "Go sit in the cubicle there-- someone will be with you in a moment." /Not/ her. If she can avoid it at all. She points the way to the curtained cubicle, and adds, "Don't touch /anything/."

Xeoshen he snorts at Zarenya. "Whatever, remind me ta laugh at ya when ya get hurt." He points out. He looks back to the healer secretary, and snorts, resisting making a comment, best not to piss off the healers after all. "Yeah yeah, I'll keep my hands in my lap." He says, and heads over to the cubicle, setting his butt down on the bed.

Zarenya smirks at the healer's reprimand, directing it more at the con than the healer herself, since she shadows the man over toward the cubicle to resume her teasing. "Yeasure, that be happenin'. Th'nanny probably needs to scrub out the mouth o'th'boy, so he don't catch none'a your convict-ness." She neglects to mention that she is also one of these convicts that have invaded the candidate barracks, apparently not seeing it as important, since Xeo already knows. Healers don't have to.

"And /you/ can keep your mouth shut, too," says the healer, sounding no less thrilled with Zarenya than she is with Xeoshen; guilty by association, perhaps. After shooting daggers at them both, she disappears into one of the side rooms and doesn't reappear. A few minutes later, however, dark-haired Madilla /does/, aligning her path towards the pair of candidates with eyebrows raised, expression wary.

Xeoshen shrug. "Hey, they let me in with them, ta clean up after them, aint my fault that kid decided he wanted ta see how I tasted." He says. "Bet ya'd taste even better ta him, since ya got convictness too." He says, hey, she blabbed it about him, he was just returning the favor. He looks up as the healer approaches though.

Zarenya glowers at the other con and eyes the healer woman as she leaves, wisely biting her tongue this one time. Except to hiss at her fellow candidate. "Shut up, Xeo. AIn't no kid gonna be chomping into me. Next time, look out for 'em." Her jaws click shut with a little more force than might be needed as the healer shows, but she tugs at her over-long sleeves habitually, tucking her hands into them.

Madilla recognises Xeoshen, at least, and perhaps that's enough that her wariness - whatever her superior told her when she got dragged from the stillroom - dissolves at least somewhat, to the point where she's actually more or less smiling when she gets close to the pair. "Hello," she says, wiping her hands on her apron. "Something about a bite? Let me see?"

"I was lookin' out for them!" Xeoshen says defensively. "He was standin' there starin' at me, then all of the sudden, he shouts 'you a meanie!' and takes a bit out of my hand." He adds, but then does his best to calm down when Madilla arrives. "Aye, a kid decided ta try and take a chunk outta my hand." He says, just incase she didn't hear what he told Zarenya. He hold the hand out to the healer, definately bite marks, and a couple spots when it may of broken skin. "He broke skin, so I was told ta come in here, and get it checked out." Obviously Zarenya happened apon him at some point between the nannies area, and the infirmary.

Zarenya scowls more at Xeo and folds her arms over her chest. "Only 'cause you're dripping blood over the floor that I just cleaned." The scowl fades into an idle smirk as she merely nods slightly to Madilla with something of her own wary look over the woman. "Healer."

"Candidates." Madilla's voice is soft; she even smiles at the pair of them, firmer now, as she reaches to take Xeoshen's hand and get a proper look at it. "It's not too bad," is her assessment, after a moment. "Though-- ouch. I'll get it cleaned up for you. Just hold your hand here? I'll be back in a minute." 'Back' is a misnomer: she doesn't actually leave, just lets go of the hand and turns to fetch some supplies from a shelf nearby.

Xeoshen snorts. "I didna come here just because of ya, I was told by an overseer, and I offered ta help ya clean the floor again." He says to the other candidate with a roll of his eyes, and then nods more properly to Madilla. "Healer." He greets her. Darn thos little kids, and their sharp teeth, and hard bites, you wouldn't think they'd be able to bite that hard. "Alright." He says to the healer, and lets his hand stay up when she lets go.

"Oh, y'helpin', regardless," Zarenya assures and rolls her eyes at Xeoshen and takes up a lean against one of the counters nearby. She doesn't move her hands from their crossed state, so there's really nothing to watch, if one thinks to do so for wandering hands.

Madilla ignores the chatter between the two candidates, not pointedly, just-- as if it wasn't there at all. Setting her supplies down, she gives Zarenya a glance - as if to ask, without asking, exactly what the other candidate is doing there - but her attention focuses in on Xeoshen, as she reaches for redwart and water, and begins dabbing at the wound. She's silent; perhaps awkwardly so.

Xeoshen snorts. "Since when do I go back on my word?" He asks Zarenya, he's wondering wnhy she's here too, aparently it's just to tease, and nag him. Hee glances at Madilla as his wound is dabbed. "So, how long ya been a healer?" He asks Madilla, trying to be conversational.

Zarenya's glance shifts from one to the other and pauses to study Madilla a little pointedly with a quirk of her brows at the look. "I wanted to see how bad it was. Too much of a mess not to be curious." That has to be what the look is for, since she's absently scritching at her chin and listening attentively.

"And you don't have--" Madilla takes a breath. "Other places you ought to be?" Chores you haven't finished is the undercurrent, but she doesn't say as much outright. "I've been a healer since I was thirteen," she reports to Xeoshen, giving him a brief and thin-lipped smile before she bows her head back to her work, giving the bite-mark another few swipes before she sets aside her cloth. "Does it hurt? Do you want numbweed?"

Nah, she's waitin' ta make sure I'll keep my work, and help her ta clean up the floor again." Xeoshen remarks, wincing slightly as the wound stings a bit from being cleaned, but it'ss nothing that bad. "Thirteen, eh? Ya must know it well then." He says, and flexes his hand a moment, before he shakes his head. "Nah, it just stings a bit, but doesna hurt."

"Nawp," Zarenya reveals cheerfully enough suddenly and adjusts her lean against the counter, granting Madilla a lazy smile, curiously. "An'.. y'what now? About my age, are'tcha? Long time. You do somethin' outside'a healin'? F'fun?" It sounds like an almost foreign word to the woman, but she offers it up casually enough.

"I suppose so?" Madilla sounds uncertain under the weight of the questioning, but manages a smile anyway. "They made me Journeyman, at least." With confirmation that the injury doesn't hurt so much, she commences bandaging, doing so with practiced ease. "I make quilts," she tells Zarenya, mostly as an aside. "I suppose we are of an age, yes. I'll be twenty in the summer."

Xeoshen nods. "Healin', a good craft ta get into, ya can fix yer own wounds." He remarks, with a laughs. "Quilts? Really?" He asks. "Do ya sell them, or make them fer people, or anythin'?" He asks her.

Zarenya makes a hrming noise thoughtfully. "Not a huge jump from stitchin' up cuts as it is stitchin' up quilts, I take it." She glances aside at Xeoshen with a smirk. "Maybe you should take that up, Xeo. Something constructive for you so those kids won't start chomping on you again."

Quietly, as she ties off the end of the bandage, "I like it. I've never had to heal myself, though." She gives the bandage a bat, adding, "If it starts to swell, or get really painful, come back and see me. I make them for people, usually. I don't think I'm good enough to /sell/ my work. It's a little difference from stitching people but..." she shrugs, glancing in Zarenya's direction. "Perhaps not so much. I find it relaxing."

Xeoshen nods to Zarenya. "Aye, I was thinkin' that too." He says in agreement to her, and then looks to Madilla, and nods. "Right, come back if it starts swellin'." He says, and blinks at Zarenya. "I don't even know how ta /sew/ much less make anythin' like a quilt." He says.

"Aw, might could show ya," Zarenya actually offers with a glance over at the candidate. "Used to mend bits of tack at home for the stables now and again. Cloth's different from leather, but the concept is the same. Isn't it?" Her eyes shift to Madilla now with a lifted eyebrow in question.

"Similar concept," agrees Madilla, as she turns to wash her own hands, now that the work is done. "Leather's a little harder to sew through, but otherwise, it's much the same." She dries her hands carefully, then adds, "If you Impress, you'll have to learn how to sew leather, at least. It's a good skill to have, regardless, I think."

Xeoshen blinks at Madilla, but then nods. "I didna think of that, yer right." He says, even if he'll even impress was still a complete unknown, it would be good to be prepared, right? "Ah, well, I guess I could learn, some sewin'." He says, and looks to the healer. "Do ya by chance have anythin' I could practice on?" He asks her.

Zarenya smirks slightly at the thought of Impressing with a shake of her head, as if she doesn't consider it a possibility, but stops to hum. "Larger size needle, too, for leather than sewing. Need some sorta.. thing to be going on your fingers so y'don't stab 'em, don'tcha?"

"I think so," says Madilla to Zarenya, with a light shrug of her shoulders: she doesn't seem to know for sure. Indeed, she admits, a moment later, "I've never really sewn leather, myself." Xeoshen's question makes her frown: "No? I'm sure there are supplies in the storerooms, if you... I mean, I'm sure you could get something from there."

Xeoshen nods to Zarenya. "I dunno, I think my fingers are pretty touch after the turns in the mines." He says. "Might be a good idea, just incase though." He agrees. and tilts his head. "Well, actuallyI was wonderin' if maybe we could get somethin' from ya, the scavenger list said somethin' about gettin' a quilt square from ya." He says, let's be more direct about this. "Ah, we were wonderin' if we could get it from ya." And maybe what they had to do to get one from her. The bite wasn't part of the plan, really.

Zarenya is totally consumed in her own thinking and she's not really paying attention to Xeoshen, until.. "...Thimble! That's it. Ain't it?" Blinking once or twice at him, she glances over at him now and smirks faintly. Naw, the bite was just a goldmine that they couldn't pass up. So she just points. What he said.

"of course," says the healer, drawing the scrap of fabric out of her pocket to hand over. It's a little lopsided: it's not hard to see why it's considered a reject. Beat. "Thimble-- right, that. Anyway: I should get back to work. Do come and see me again if you have any problems?" The last to Xeoshen, obviously.

Yes, the bite just gave them the excuse to bug the healer, a painful excuse, but worth it. Xeoshen grins, and reaches out to take the lopsided piece of cloth. "Thank ya ma'am." He says to the healer, and then nods to Zarenya. "Right, a thimble." He says, and eyes his fingers a moment. "Hope wouldd would fit these fingers." He says, and then looks to Madilla, and nods. "Aye, I should have a the livin' caverns ta help Zarenya here clean the floor, again." He says. "I'll definitely return though, if it swell or somethin' though." He adds, and moves to slip off of the bed.

"C'mon, you. You gotta find a rag a'fore you can go to bed," the woman convict-candidate reminds, knowing full well that he already said it, but not the sort to let a chance go by to remind that she's not letting someone get away with something. "Thank ya, healer." SHe actually said thank you! That should be enough reason to fear.

Madilla gives both candidates a firm nod, and then heads back off into the still room, taking her supplies with her.