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Weyrhealer's Office, High Reaches Weyr

The Weyrhealer's Office has clearly been recently redecorated; much of the furniture looks quite new. The room has been set out into several different spaces: a desk, with a chair behind it and two set out in front, several bookcases, and then a little sitting area. The hangings on the wall, the rugs, and the fabrics used to cover the chairs all match: a color scheme of purples and reds that aim for warmth and comfort.

A kettle hangs above the little hearth that provides warmth to the room, with a small shelf next to it where a collection of teas, as well as mugs and spoons, can be found.

The evening is wearing on, and finally the last of Madilla's scheduled one-on-one sessions (and the paperwork that follows) are finished. Finally. She closes the filing cabinet into which her papers are filed away, and then she crosses the room towards the little sitting area, where she begins gathering up leftover mugs and glasses, and a used handkerchief or two. They get stacked next to the little sink, ready to be washed up by some lucky infirmary assistant, come morning (it's nice, being in charge).

Outside, before he approaches the door, there are certainly some precautions taken; one of those hands (who may be fortunate enough to be off-shift before it comes snot-rag washing time) is asked if the weyrhealer is occupied, and even once answer (and speculative look) are given, he still waits a moment before the knock.

Can Madilla be forgiven for giving the door a dubious, weary glance for a second or two, before she answers? It's been a long day. There may well be tear stains on her clothes. But - this is Madilla, and her, "Come in?" is warm enough, in the end, and the open smile is aims towards whomever-it-is about to step through.

And it's H'kon who opens that door, and H'kon who steps inside, who lets said door close partway behind him, though he doesn't push it to latch. H'kon, who only then turns to Madilla full-on, his head canting just a bit to the side, and a sigh easing his shoulders down. The smile's more at eyes than mouth, but it comes more easily on his face. "If I'm early..."

H'kon, whose presence has Madilla's shoulders slumping, too, though it's clearly in relief and not -- not -- disappointment. "No," she says, setting down the last of those mugs, smiling. "You're right on time. I was worried you were someone else who needed-- it's been a long day. People are--" Her smile is warm, quietly pleased despite obvious tiredness. "Hello."

"It has been," H'kon agrees, voice dipping a bit lower with the pensiveness that comes with that agreement. He hesitates a moment, a decision's making signalled in the slight change of angle of his head, and then it's a quick cross to Madilla, at least one arm reaching.

As H'kon comes into range, Madilla reaches to wrap both arms around his waist, head tilted so that she can study his expression. For a moment, she says nothing, and just leans in close. Then, "At least you're--" She doesn't finish the sentence, or, at least, not the way she seems to have intended it; her expression is guilty. "Straightforward," is her amendment. "To me, anyway," is the second amendment.

Once he's got Madilla snug in his arms (the second having followed the lead of the first), H'kon goes so far as to close his eyes, if only for the slightest bit of time. His head dips faintly toward her shoulder, though doesn't touch. That second of rest is over before he speaks. "Fault of your being- understanding," is a bit less of a shift than hers, but still a shift. "Of me," is an echo that seems to please him. "Hello," has the sound of smile, almost laugh.

"Someone has to understand you," she teases in reply. "But perhaps I'll learn to be more obtuse with other people, mm? I hate it when people cry." Madilla gives herself a moment of silence, then, eyes on his lowered head. She's smiling, too, despite her words. "Shall we?" Go. Even if that means moving away, at least temporarily.

H'kon's echoed, "Perhaps," as he looks up isn't fully committed. He nods his head, and whatever hidden message is in that slight press of the embrace before it's released is all Madilla's to figure out. Chances are, she'll be right or near to it, anyway. And they go.