Logs:A Safe Wager
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| RL Date: 18 April, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Type: Log |
| What: Edyis visits R'hin in the infirmary after his return. |
| Where: Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 7, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Destina/Mentions |
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. While Leiventh has resumed his perch high on the rim of the bowl, R'hin is ground-bound. He looks comfortable enough in the bed he's been assigned -- though he looks restless, shifting about. There's a darker tan to his skin, and a drawn, gaunt sort of expression. The on duty healers have more important things to do, so he seems to be left to his own devices. Maybe it was Leiventh on the rim that clued her in, or perhaps she has ears in the infirmary. Whatever the reason, she comes into the infirmary with a tray of something, directed by the healers to the cot where the rider is assigned. Something tightens in her expression as she finally lays eyes on him, and instead of speaking out right she sets the tray down. "Tessi made you stew." She explains, settling the food and drink on a nearby table for such things. "Was starting to wonder..." She closes her mouth. R'hin watches her approach with a silence that might be intimidating, if she didn't know him well enough to see the glimmer of amusement in pale eyes. "Did she? Is it spiked with something?" His interest is less in the food and more in her, and, after a moment, he pats the edge of the cot in invitation. "You're a candidate." Even in here, he hears, and knows. "One last question to be answered before I can close this chapter in my life." She answers with a smile catching that familiar glimmer; she seems slightly less tense in that instant settling on the edge of the cot. "No, I'm still upset with you for making people worry." It sounds better than answering, not until the healers give the ok. "I should make you taste test it for me first," R'hin says. "I am an invalid, after all." He gestures towards the bed as evidence of that, chuckling. As perhaps expected he breezes over latter comment. "So. Did Tina excommunicate you? Never to return, yes?" "No, though I imagine it will cost me two crates of rum and then some when and if I go back." She chuckles, "I came back because if I didn't do it then, I never would. I plan on returning after I get left on the sands. I think I have a business venture that might interest her at least. And I loved it, traveling like that." "And then some," R'hin focuses on the latter for a reason, his familiarity of Tina making him smile. "I don't think it will be as easy as you think, getting back in. But I can make other arrangements. I'm surprised, actually," after a pause, "That you're standing." Pushing himself up, he stretches out a hand for the juice. "They say I have to keep drinking, but I keep needing to pee, and let me tell you, doing so here is super awkward, I really don't recommend it." Edyis reaches over for the pitcher and glass filling it before handing it to him. "Well when you are better you can pee wherever you wish. On the upside, I bet the sponge baths are worth the awkwardness." She smirks, "If I remember correctly wasn't it you who reminded me there was a clutch on the sands last time?" Edyis adds after a beat, "What is so surprising?" "Mm. That hasn't happened yet. When it does, I'll give you feedback, if you like." R'hin gives her a nod of thanks, and pauses long enough to take a generous gulp from the glass, before setting it on the bedside table. "It was. And we talked about all the reasons not to." He shifts, and he swings his legs off the bed. "You'd best turn your back." Edyis does turn her back, "Doesn't feel much like I have anything left to lose R'hin. It's a safe enough wager, thrice and done." She sneaks a peek over her shoulder, "Besides candiacy is a unique opportunity to make new friends. Find out all kinds of interesting things about people. As it turns out, this batch promises to be interesting... or trouble. Probably both." "On the contrary. You have everything to lose," R'hin says with a sudden thread of intentness, though his expression can't be seen with his back turned, there's no lightness in his voice. "Every batch is trouble. That's not news. And not worth--" he stops, poised there on the edge, his business as yet not started. "You should go." "Not worth what?" She asks softly back turned and gaze averted. "It is too late for that discussion R'hin." There is a note of finality to it he might even recognize; her back turned to him. "Are you going to disappear again if I do?" The words edgeless, and forcably bland. "Yes, it is." Too late, and R'hin glances over his shoulder at her. With somewhat of a wry twitch of dry lips, "Ask Leiventh. He's the boss." And then he's twisting back, to take care of his needs. Edyis leaves then wordlessly after he twists back to tend to things. Slipping out all but silently. |
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