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 Happens to the Best of Us?, WI 17 (Rhia/Ivy) Ivy/Lainn
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 Posted: Oct 4 2017, 04:37 PM
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Within minutes of moving Ivy into the infirmary, Da'on's hands were stained with redwort, and fingers tingly from the effects of numbweed. Fellis was offered to her, to numb what the 'weed could not -- offered... since Dae always left it up to his patient. Not all wanted to be on it.

Since the burgundy rider wished to help, Da'on kept his mind occupied by asking him to grab things: more linen, fresh water, blankets etc etc. Anything to give Lainn the feel of usefulness without straying too far from someone (as far as Da'on could tell. He was sort of challenged in that area) who looked as if he cared for the woman he worked on, while he worked on the worst of the gashes on the Cyanrider's torso. Perhaps leaving the hand to O'men, if his husband did not already go back to the Sands.

With nimble fingers and steady hands he threaded through skin, as a weaver would repairing damaged fabric. Shock was also a funny thing, the Sands would have helped that, but the cost would be increased blood pressure ergo more blood loss. Blankets were second best.

It was a dark thought, but at least it wasn't any of his brother's Candidates... Al'dr wasn't quite in a good place after the last hatching. Da'on should have been faster, perhaps he would have faired better than Ivy...

After a while he left C'lainn to be at Ivy's side, while Da'on was finally allowed the time to be a little more picky with his stitching. Scars would be unavoidable, but... he at least tried to minimalism them as much as possible.

She'd lost a fair amount of blood, and would be weak for some time but medicinal teas could help with that. Even if it was only minimal.

"I haven't seen you on our part of the Sands before this," his tones were gentle, once he saw that Ivy was a tad more coherent. "An unfortunate stroke of bad luck-- has your Craft choice been deterred?" The question was lightly asked, for the sake of conversation and perhaps measure how she was feeling on a more mental level. Emotional state. Ah but the current MindHealer was a little busy.

The last of the stitches were cut and tied off, and then triple checked, "let me know if you need more salve, darling," he said as his fingers pressed gently against the pulse in her wrist.




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Crimson eyes streaked with gray and yellow watched as Tryonilth left the hatching caverns for the infirmary - she should do the same. Instead she lingered for a long moment contemplating the choices before her. Revenge was one while the other was simply leaving the newly impressed red be; she was her rider’s problem now and the girl would be watched closely to ensure she could control the beast. Pain lanced through her as it traced the lines of the bond between dragon and woman and her choice was made - Ivy needed her now more than the cyan needed her revenge. It could wait but her rider could not. It was a short flight that took her from the heated cavern out into the bitter cold only to find warmth once more as she entered the maw of the infirmary. It was spacious here, plenty of room for dragons to linger for treatment or just to wait while stone and leather helped protect the inner area from the elements. A chill may creep through the entry to where the humans were taken for treatment but it was unlikely to get far - comfort was something they strived for even when their patience presented with the most uncomfortable of conditions.

Wings folded against the cyan’s back as she paced back and forth, there was nothing for Mysqith to do but wait. Helplessness did not suit her at all and she began to wonder if she had chosen correctly in coming rather than avenging her rider. Fixing her gaze upon the burgundy that had led the way from the hatching sands she slowed in her pacing until she finally stopped next to him. If he allowed it she would lean her lithe form against him, borrowing his strength in a time where she felt as if she had none. Faceted eyes slowly leaked of red until the color only showed at the edges and in its place gray and yellow burst to life.


Pain shot through her like hot fire as they cleaned her up and went to work numbing her. It was all she could do not to scream as more tears rolled down her cheeks. They worked on her for what seemed like candlemarks though she had no way of knowing the true time. Addiction was not something she dabbled in, for all it might be expected otherwise. Wine was fine and all but she’d never become reliant on the drink. Nor had she ever found herself craving a fix with fellis as some were wont to do, she’d largely avoided the drug throughout her lifetime except when giving it to patients. Even then she was careful to not give too much or offer it too often. So at first when fellis was offered she tried to take the high road and decline - her resolve dissolving as redwort was spread over her torso, chest, arms, and hands. The hands are what sent her over the edge as pain shot through her until she was shaking; relenting and requesting the fellis to help her escape the torment she felt.

The pain was shared between rider and dragon until finally the numbweed kicked in enough to allow some relief. When something more was given for the pain and she felt Ivy relaxing slightly the cyan heaved with a sigh and closed her eyes. It was going to be a very long evening and this was just the beginning. Sanitized and stitched it was slow but precise work and she was hardly conscious or coherent enough to complain; not that she was of the mind to do so. At first there was nothing but darkness when she slept but the closer she came to waking the more she could see and hear in her dreams. She was back home in the south enjoying warm waters. Dolphins called to her as she swam about but their song was interrupted by another - a guitar whose notes she knew by heart no matter the melody they played. Even while unconscious she clung to harper in some fashion, each time she regained consciousness she would open her bleary eyes to see him - the only constant outside of the mental tether to her dragon and her fair of firelizards perched up and out of the way. Not a single peep was heard from the trio as if they were afraid distracting the healers would spell doom for Theirs. Had they been there the whole time? She couldn’t remember seeing them when she’d first been brought into the room but the thought dissipated in her mind as she slipped back into the warm waters and sweet song of her dreams.

The last of the stitches was placed while she was asleep though she stirred shortly after, blinking slowly as she looked around the room. Mysqith pressed against her mind, her presence like a warm and comforting blanket that soothed the redhead and encouraged her to stay awake. Her throat was raw and she could tell her eyes were puffy - no doubt she looked a hot mess laid out with half her clothes missing. At least they’d covered her with blankets when they were done patching her up. How long had they been done? Had someone woken her or did she wake on her own? Opening her mouth slightly she laid there trying to piece together all that had happened since the attack - there were so many holes due to her fading in and out. It was frustrating and slightly worrisome but it was too much to take in right now.

She was pale, far too pale for it to be healthy but given how much blood she had lost it wasn’t surprising. There was a voice asking a question and she knew the voice but for a moment could not place it. Shifting some she wanted to sit up but the searing pain that shot through her as her injuries protested kept her laying down. It would be a work in progress then, learning to sit up without gasping in pain. Instinctively she tried to gently clench her left hand but they had been generous with the numbweed on that hand in particular, without looking she had no way of knowing if she’d succeeded or not. Blue eyes avoided looking despite knowing what she’d see when she did. Her hand was lighter by a finger and a half now but rather than giving into the grief she felt she turned her head to catch Da’on in her sights,”Should... have… stayed in… the... infirmary I... guess…” It took effort to produce the words and she took it slow, throat raw and mouth dry. If she had trusted either of her hands in that moment to lift a cup she would have asked for water and gulped down as much as they could give her. Instead she remained quiet, brows knitted together as she avoided making eye contact with anyone in the room.

I’m… I’ll be okay. It was a partial lie and both woman and dragon knew it the moment she thought it. Mysqith for all her flaws was doing her best to keep calm despite what had happened and if not for the burgundy’s solid presence with her she might not have managed as well as she was. Already she could sense Ivy’s pain - not just from the injuries themselves but in her heart. Some healer I am… getting hurt like that.

Your need to help others is your most endearing quality. A soft voice, familiar and comforting washed over her as her cyan steadied her own emotions to be the rock Hers needed. It was not the first time nor would it likely be the last that she had to offer some semblance of rationale to the woman’s thoughts and emotions. She was not the only one that could help and knowing this she whispered softly, I doubt he’s left your side since you fell.

Slowly turning her head back she looked up at C’lainn, blue eyes weary and bloodshot from crying. ”How… how was... your night?” She didn’t want to talk about herself, didn’t want to hear out loud just how bad her injuries were, didn’t yet want to hear that she wouldn’t be joining her wing come spring - summer she might be able to fly but that was only if there were no complications. Though she gazed up at him she avoided letting her eyes meet his, for all she was glad he was there she felt so terribly ashamed at the same time. Ashamed that she’d been injured. Ashamed that he had to be here worrying over her rather than enjoying a meal or sleeping. Ashamed that she couldn’t hold his hand - or if she already was she couldn’t feel it just yet.

Pressing her muzzle against Tryonilth’s neck Mysqith felt no shame, just gratitude. Thank you and Yours, Tryonilth. Perhaps Ivy had been right all this time when she said Mysqith needed someone besides her in her life.

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Yon waited for her to arrive, confident in the capacity of the two healers working over Ivy's body; while Da'on saw to the worst of the injuries on her chest and torso, O'men's expertese went into what he was most capable with. The delicate, tiny structure of hands, of parts that needed such a careful degree of focus. Mask across his nose and mouth to keep from both breathing in any particles as well as keeping Ivy's mangled form from catching anything in such a precarious state of potential infection, he worked tirelessly until long after Da'on had dispatched her consciousness with fellis.

C'lainn willingly donned a mask of his own, tying his hair back with a length of leather provided by the Cyanrider. Not once did he ever leave his place at Ivy's head, gently smoothing back the rampant red curls, de-snarling them, and doing his best to ease any of the anxiety that might have aroused itself if he hadn't been there and she'd woken alone.

Tryonilth lifted a wing when Mysqith approached, and settled it over her in kind to keep her marginally warmer than she'd be on her own without it, tail curled protectively around her haunches and across her back legs, up her side. His own was shorter than most of his kin's, so it didn't reach quite as far as some of his like-colored brothers might have.

Lainn spent the majority of the time she was out tucking and re-tucking the blankets around her, braiding her hair, pushing pillows up under her to make her more comfortable. O'men wandered off to see to other patients, leaving Da'on to handle the after-effects of what the other Healer had gone through. That, and for his husband to perfect his stitches; something he knew the Bluerider he'd espoused took a considerable amount of pride in.

The non-healer in the room slid his hands gently to either side of Ivy's head, smoothing his calloused thumbs across her cheekbones before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, upside down, largely in silence. He held them in such a way for more than a moment, before he bumped his nose against hers.

"You were where you needed to be at the time. I have no doubt if you hadn't been, that useless red wretch would have killed that boy and his bonded."

Lainn stepped away long enough to pour Ivy a cup of water, sliding an arm under her shoulders with her head against his bicep and part of his chest, so that he could lift her entirely of his own strength and save the pain in her torso.

"Let me lift you. Don't tighten your stomach, don't want to pull your stitches out. Da'on might be a bit pissed." Cradling her, he set the rim of the cup to her lips, and very carefully gave her something to drink - careful not to tilt it too quickly.

"Better that I know you're not going to die. Now we just have to keep that infection at bay, mm? Means lots of redwort and baths for you, madam, and lots of bandage changing, I'll bet. But it's fine. I'll be here to help you, don't go getting ideas about getting up and around by yourself until Da'on says it's okay, understand?"

Lainn knew it was going to be a hard row to hoe for the next several months. While drudges could certainly help her with eating and such, he preferred to be the one to be there, but given he wasn't injured, he was still required to see to drills and any potential Fall. Thankfully, it was Winter, so with any luck the latter would be few and far between until the majority of her injuries were healed enough to allow her to at least be a bit more mobile without him.

Either way, it became apparent that he wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon.

"I'm going to have to make you something so you'll still be able to play," he murmured against her forehead before he kissed it. "Don't you think for a second that losing a couple fingers is going to keep you out of lessons, missy. You're only getting a pass til those hands get better. We'll sort it out together, don't fret."

Once she'd taken all the water she wanted - he sequestered Da'on's help in refilling the cup as many times as needed, while he held her up to keep the tension off her stomach and chest - he very gently laid her down once again, propping her up on pillows so she was at least able to see the room.

"Yon's out there with Mys. She's been a good girl, you'd have been proud. Didn't come off the ledge or anything, she listened to Laanasuth." Lainn rubbed one of Ivy's arms, lightly, as he spoke, lingering near the bed to help snag anything she needed.

"Are you hungry? Haven't had breakfast quite yet, and it's probably getting time for it."

You're welcome, both Lainn and Yon answered quietly in kind.

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All of the little things he had done for her while she was unconscious slowly came into focus. Her hair was braided and she was sure it hadn’t been before, she doubted either of the healers that had tended to her had done the braiding. Plenty of pillows and blankets were there to keep her comfortable and now that she was awake C’lainn was doing even more, his tender affections were returned as best as she could manage in her sorry state. When he lifted her she groaned softly, as gentle as he was there was no escaping the ache that came with moving a wounded area after it was prone for some time. Unfortunately for the cyanrider most of her seemed to be wounded in some fashion, her legs had some scrapes that had required a gentle cleaning but were not deep enough for stitches or even bandages. Shivering under the covers she pressed her eyes closed as he lifted the cup to her lips. A full cup and a half slowly filled her parched mouth and throat until she was oddly aware of the coolness in her belly if only for a brief moment. Opening her eyes as he laid her back upon a bed of pillows she looked up at him with a soft appreciative smile finally letting her gaze meet his, ”What would I do… without you.” A slight pause in her speech gave evidence to how heavy her tongue felt in her mouth, no doubt some after effects of the fellis. It would pass - how keen she was on it wearing off was up in the air as that meant her pain would be far more evident than it was now.

When he mentioned her continuing her lessons her smile widened slightly, ”You’re… a strict teacher.” Working her tongue around her mouth the thought occurred to her that she might look a right fool, but given what she’d been through it didn’t matter in the end. She looked a might worse than just a fool right now, even with blankets covering the bulk of the stitched wounds on her torso and arms. Taking a deep breath she slowly clenched her right hand, happy she could actually feel the movement and that after a quick count she had all her fingers on that hand. Unable to move her left hand due to the thick support they’d pressed on either side of her partially lost ring finger and the finger to the right of it to keep her from moving them she slowly lifted it into her field of vision. Her pinky finger was completely missing and bandages padded where they’d stitched her flesh back together over it. At least they didn’t have to worry about her moving that one and busting her stitches open. Though she was saved the gory vision of stitches protruding from her bruised and battered flesh the silhouette provided by her mangled hand was enough to bring her to tears once more. Setting it down in her lap she squinted her eyes closed until the tears subsided, opening them again and seeking out the burgundyrider.

”I’ll never be able to pull off the layered ring look now.” It was all she could do to try and make light of the situation, if she didn’t - well then there would be more tears. Not that those would hold off for long; she had a rough road ahead of her and she knew it. The unfortunate truth of being raised under the thumb of healers as parents is she knew the outcome of her injuries, what would and would not be the same even once she had healed. For now the numbweed and fellis were doing their job and keeping her from the intense pain she’d otherwise be feeling - but at some point she would not have that comfort. Once her more serious abdominal injuries healed and the redhead could get up and about she’d have to forgo strong doses of fellis which meant suffering, but she knew she could manage. Threadscore had hurt and she’d managed through that alone; at least now she had someone by her side willing to help her.

Lifting her right hand towards C’lainn it was shaky but she managed to weakly grasp at his shirt in order to pull him closer, kissing his lips in a way she hoped would convey how deeply she needed him - and how much she appreciated his presence. Releasing him she gave a tiny movement with her head that could be taken as a nod, ”I’m famished.”

You didn’t eat the red then? I thought you might.

Too small and stringy, not worth the effort. Mysqith snorted even as she pressed closer to the burgundy. As much as Hers was glad for His being there so was the cyan for the burgundy. Despite their differences in the past he was one of the few she didn’t mind letting close - even if at times she acted otherwise. Laanasuth would have made us go through weyrlinghood again. Once was enough, I thought you’d be even more upset to know you were no longer a rider when you woke. Soft teasing from the cyan as she tried to piece together her rider’s emotions - there were a lot of them. Fear. Shame. Wounded pride. False bravado in the face of difficult times. More fear. Pain. One by one Mysqith took the feelings as they came and did her best to placate them with emotions of her own. Support, pride in how well Ivy was handling things, love, adoration, and unwavering loyalty to the woman. It would be difficult, for both of them, but she knew they would get through it in the end. If you try and move before they say you may I will have them drug you. A threat that the cyan was ready to make reality at any given moment - the great thing about knowing other voices was she could mimic her mother at a moment’s notice to ensure the healers took her very seriously.

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"Find yourself occupied with any number of potential suitors?" he mused, tapping a finger against her nose before he smoothed several strands of vibrant red hair out of her face. They were tucked behind her ears, and he lifted his eyes to take in the state of his Burgundy out in the waiting space, alongside the Cyan belonging to Ivy.

The tears that sourced from an obvious movement of her heavily-damaged hand served to have both his calloused hands settle to either side of her head from above her, and he focused her attention on him. Thumbs ran with their roughened skin across the sides of her eyes, wiping away her tears and giving her a stern look.

"It doesn't matter. If we get to that point, then you've got plenty of other fingers to put them on, don't you?" He looked up to Yon, whose worried orange-yellow eyes settled on His. With a glance, Yon bespoke the kitchen workers, and a drudge was sent for breakfast for them.

"I've sent for food, that way I don't have to leave you here by yourself."

The last thing he wanted was to leave her alone, and let anything spiral downwards. She seemed much calmer with him there, though he wasn't entirely certain whether it was the fellis or something else. When she pulled him down, he caught her right hand and pulled it lightly up against his chest.

"No using those until they're mended." He was clearly being serious. "I'll feed you, I'll bathe you. I'll oil Mysqith, if it comes down to it. You let them heal. I know it's going to be hard, but if you want any hope of using them in the future, you know I'm right. Right?"

A gentle taste of her lips, and he slipped down onto the stool beside her. One hand held her right one, bandaged as it was, and he laid the left over her belly to keep it elevated. The last thing they needed was more bleeding. There'd been enough of that to last the rest of Lainn's lifetime.

"And before you say anything," he spoke up, finally. "I don't care about scars. I don't care about missing fingers."

He knew it would be a source of contention, her concerns about it. For all he'd known her, she took a great deal of pride in her appearance, she'd always been the sort that never looked a mess with him, and he didn't care if she did. Relationships weren't built on appearances alone. He left her side momentarily to retrieve a basin of very warm water and several cloths. Peeling the blankets away, he stripped her out of what clothing remained, and closed the hide to make sure no passers-by saw her without them. What, he was a little territorial, thanks.

Her heavily-wounded hand was lifted to a pillow over her head, and he gently started washing down the length of her body. Removing the dried blood, the sand, the sweat and everything else from the Hatching Sands that had managed to cover her. The wounds on her stomach were carefully avoided, as they'd been washed down before wrapping. He was mainly focused on everything else, and once he'd finished and patted her dry with some towels, she was covered back up to keep warm. He waited patiently, and when the drudge arrived with breakfast, Letter blinked out of the room only to reappear with a Mark for the young man. It was a lot of money, yes, but Lainn appreciated the trip and the meal. The drudge took the used water and linens out, and also Ivy's destroyed clothing; Lainn had no qualms about buying some new ones from the Weavers for her, after all.

He helped her very, very carefully sit up, and negligent to his own hunger, he started feeding Ivy the scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and rolls with preserves and butter. Cold water was also there for her to drink. He had no qualms at all about helping her until she was full and didn't want any more - only then did he settle in and have his own breakfast, as Yon coaxed Mysqith out to make a meal of some herdbeasts.

Lainn was otherwise quiet. He'd spoken more to her in the last several months than he'd spoken to anyone most of his life, and it was taxing on a man who was normally very short of word.

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”I’m not a child you know.” Despite the gentle chastising she produced a weak smile, some amount of teasing in her still shaky voice. All she wanted was for things to be normal again, whatever that even meant for the cyanrider at this point in her life. Things had finally begun to come together for her, not only had the burgundyrider taken up keeping her company and actually speaking to her but Mysqith’s bite marks had finally healed over; outside of the time she spent in the infirmary helping out to further her craft studies she had thought herself done being here for awhile. It seemed life had other plans - no doubt she would be here for a day at two at minimum until she could manage to move about enough to be safely brought up to her weyr. Or would it be his weyr? Such a tiny detail to ponder right now when there was much more going on, but the tiny details were easier to take. ”When they let me out of here where will I be going? My place or yours?”

Gentle reassurance was offered and it helped to alleviate some of her worries, though not all of them. It was easy to say one didn’t mind such things in the moment - would he feel the same when she wasn’t in such a terrible way? When he undressed her seasons from now and the scars were laid bare beneath him would he be drawn back to thinking of her bloody and frail? For now she could only take his words at face value, given the fact he didn’t speak all that frequently she could hardly imagine he was using his voice to tell white lies now. Every touch helped distract her mind from the full weight of her situation, the fellis doing a fine job at keeping her pain levels down as she laid there watching C’lainn. He left her side and she dared not move, bloodshot eyes following him as he moved to collect a few items and drew the thick hide leading into her room. Tattered and bloodied clothes were fully removed before he set to work carefully cleaning her up, an action for which she had no words.

It was rare for the vibrant woman to be so demure and yet she was stunned into silence by how much he was doing for her. How much he had said he would do for her until she was able to do it on her own. Without being asked he had accepted the burden of caring for her despite there being plenty of healers and drudges alike who could do so. When her eyes began to slowly leak tears she did nothing to deny them this time, one way or another the bevy of emotions she was feeling would have to run their course. Slowly but surely he cleared dried blood and sand alike from her skin leaving her feeling a touch cleaner and more comfortable all things considered. Still silently crying when he finished she turned her head to avoid the drudge’s gaze when he entered with their food; it was one thing to face a man whose affections she had earned but quite another to have a stranger see her in such a state. There would be whispers and words far above a whisper about the rider who had been attacked at the hatching. Had anyone seen her to know how she was doing? Rumors would no doubt abound that she was worse off than she was, some might even err on the other side and claim she couldn’t possibly have had it that bad. Red or not it had only been a hatchling. Brows shifted closer together but the smell of breakfast drew her from her thoughts rather quickly. She’d have plenty of time stuck in bed to worry, over think, and regret things later.

Allowing him to carefully lift her so she was sitting up she lifted her right hand for a spoon or fork only to have him beat her to it, offering her a bite of food. Still weak, pale, and in pain she didn’t try and fight him on the matter - once she’d had more rest it would be a different story. Idly she wondered who between them was more stubborn as she took the first bite. Trying not to appear ravenous she forced herself to eat slowly, asking for a sip of water every few bites until she had eaten her fill. A slight shake of her head was given when he offered her another bite, ”I’m done, thank you. Now you need to eat hun. Can’t have you going hungry on my account.”

A gentle nudge from the burgundy was met by the cyan firmly planting herself down, intent on staying in the infirmary forever if needed. Orange and yellow laced facets gently shifted to change the color of her eyes slowly as she peered towards where Hers was with His and then back to Tryonilth. The hunger she’d felt was a mixture of her own and her rider’s; now that Ivy was sated she was keenly aware of only her own hunger pains. Snorting she shook her head stubbornly back and forth but eventually she relented. I trust you to take care of her where I cannot., this she said directly to C’lainn before turning to follow his burgundy out into the snow filled weyrbowl. A quick meal would not hurt, if anything it would only help her rider by settling whatever unrest in her belly Mysqith’s hunger might be causing. Even still she only intended to be gone as long as was needed to eat, I will tear through stone to reach you if needed my love.

”She’s never told anyone she trusts them before,” Ivy offered as she settled her head into the pillows she was propped against and closed her eyes. ”When I’m healed up I’ll return the favors. I’ll bathe, feed, and spoil you. I’ll even oil Tryonilth, to make up for you both taking care of us.” Fatigue was beginning to settle in now that her stomach was full and she was clean. Adrenaline that had previously pumped through her veins following the attack had leveled off and sleep pulled at her, offering her its comforting embrace with the promise of more beach sand and music. Falling silent her breathing began to slow, enough time passing that it might appear she had fallen asleep. Not quite there, but nearly, she whispered softly, ”Mmm, why are you doing all this?” Depending on how long he took she might not even be awake for the answer.

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"I would certainly hope not. Elsewise I suspect more than a handful of people would have some questions for me."

He had suspected that at some point, she'd be asking the harder questions. Fellis tended to make people think, speak honestly, and do a lot more critical thinking that they didn't always remember later. He'd been in his share of scraps and such that he'd reasoned that out easily enough in the past. He also knew she was conscious enough of her appearance that she probably thought he was lying when he said the scars wouldn't matter to him.

He expected it, and it didn't offend him. It was hard to take at face value the words of a man you barely knew beyond a few rolls in the furs and some time learning guitar.

The inquiry about her weyr or his earned little more than a shrug. He couldn't honestly give her an answer. They weren't, in his mind, far enough along in any sort of relationship to warrant a moving-in, and Lainn didn't live with people he wasn't of the mind to betrothe himself to. They certainly weren't there yet, either.

He tended to her like any man whose focus was on comfort of someone he cared about. His hands, though calloused as they were, were gentle on her frame. He covered every inch of her he could manage, even going so far as to pull her up against him so he could get her back, her neck, her ears, and her butt. What, butts had to be clean, too, thanks, he was a Dad for all of a few minutes, that part wasn't missed!

Lainn fed her, careful not to spill anything, and careful to make sure it wasn't too hot to burn her before he gave it to her. Some tested against his lower lip initially on the first spoonful, just to make sure, before he was careful to go slowly enough that it cooled a bit more in the process. Once she was done, he stuck the offered spoonful past his own lips, leaving the utensil to linger there as he made his way to where his own stew and meatrolls were. The spoon set on top of the cover that kept it reasonably warm, he only ate when he'd gotten her settled in.

In truth, he expected no less from Mysqith. She was as territorial and protective of Hers, as Tryonilth was of C'lainn. Given Ivy's current state of affairs, it was no wonder the Cyan was on edge, and he hoped that Yon could at least manage to get her to eat enough that she wouldn't be hungry, regardless of how much she wanted to. It would do neither of them any good to be left wanting.

"You don't need to worry about me," he finally voiced. "I'll be fine. You need to worry about getting better. Just that. Not Falls, not drills, not any of that, just getting well."

He had little doubt he'd be seeing irritation with her soon enough - people didn't often take kindly to having their hands mangled, and being without the use of them would prove frustrating, especially when the rest of her healed and those were still in the process. But Lainn had been forced, essentially, to do most of the things his wife couldn't, when she was pregnant with their firstborn. Rose had been unable to do any bending, stooping, or lifting, and most of her pregnancy had been spent in bed sick. It had taught Lainn a fair share of how to look after a home, bathe and feed someone who was incapable of doing it themselves, and generally just taking care of someone else.

It amused him profusely, however, that his late wife had been named for a flowering plant, and this potential future spouse was also plant-named. The similarities didn't escape him, either. Climbed all over everything, got into things if you left her alone long enough, enjoyed the sun, naturally very pretty, but had the potential to be poison in some cases. Usually only if you tried to eat her.

It was all Yon could do not to laugh, shoving his face into the side of his wing and faking having an itch to get to. Lainn rubbed his face to hide the smile, turning and picking at one of his meatrolls until he could subdue his own horrible sense of humor.

You're a terrible person.
You wouldn't have bonded me if I wasn't.
This is true....how do you intend on dealing with the moving into our weyr situation?
Well, until I put a ring on her f...in....right...until I ESPOUSE her, much better, she's not moving anywhere. Well, she certainly COULD, but not in with me.
Look at you with your incredible standards.
I know, aren't you so proud.
The proudest. Though you also know I abhor you for potentially making me move into a weyr with a Cyan that hates my very existence.
She doesn't hate you, buff-and-tough, she just doesn't trust you yet.
Nobody trusts me. What is it about my super burly exterior that just screams 'hate me for all that I am, I'm a giant sharding--
Oh, stop. You're hardly that intimidating. It's usually the words, anyway.


Yon would have rolled his eyes if he could. Alas.

Lainn didn't answer her. He didn't really have an answer. He couldn't call what they had 'love' by any means - he didn't feel as strongly for her as he had for Rose, and some part of him wondered why he didn't or if he ever would. The other part had long since made peace with the fact his former wife and son were no longer with him, and that they weren't coming back. And that to continue dwelling on might-have-beens would only distract him from the here-and-now. Either way, he wasn't entirely ready to espouse again, nor was he ready to become a father in any expanse of the word; all of that would be something to speak on, perhaps, when they'd become a little better acquainted with one another.

In part, he'd almost regretted showing up to her weyr during Mysqith's flight, generally because sex tended to complicate things. Lainn wasn't a man who abhorred relations with anyone, on any scale, he just didn't tend to overly partake more than he absolutely had to. He knew Ivy was prone to taking more lovers than he did, he'd begrudgingly watched the odd dragon enter and leave her ledge with their Rider formerly there, then not, and pick them up again in the morning in some state of disarray. Someone - many someones, in fact - had started rumors about his observances, and about the rotating door of suitors that either tested and were found lacking, or whom invited her successfully to their beds. He knew it was much less in number than the grapevine made it, but anything above three or four were problematic for him.

Not to mention he'd watched her very carefully after his rendezvous with her, to make sure she wasn't carrying his child. A potential complication he was nowhere near ready to entertain.

He smoothed his hand across her hairline, before finally turning to his food only after she was asleep. Letter blinked down to his shoulder, and he gave her half a meatroll of her own before he quickly sorted himself with the rest. Yon ate his own fill, then waited patiently for Mysqith to finish her own herdbeasts before he returned with her to the Infirmary. There for the duration, he found a space out of the way, reasonably, to curl up in and wait.

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Pale sand pressed between her toes but it wasn’t warm it was hot. It didn’t feel nice it hurt and she could see the cool water up ahead so close yet so far away. She ran but every time she neared the shoreline it receded more leaving her with nothing but red and sore feet as she tried desperately to escape the heat. Mysqith was there, she could feel her presence in her mind as always but she could not see her - she could not reach her in order to be saved from the pain and heat. In her mad dash towards the water she tripped and fell upon jagged rocks that seemed to appear from nowhere. Red flashed in her mind’s eye and she cried out as pain shot through her hand and torso. Oppressive heat stifled her as she lay there broken and confused but then there was rain… soft cooling rain that fell upon her broken form and chased away the heat. Red was cleansed by the rain and she slowly lifted herself up to walk calmly along the shoreline. Now the water reached out to her, lapping over her ankles and feet as if in apology for playing hard to get earlier. Music played though she couldn’t determine where it was coming from, it was nice and soothed her as much as the rain had.

You’re in her dreams, you know. Gently the cyan’s mind brushed against the burgundyrider’s as Ivy slept on, lost in a fitful dream that had caused her to stir at one point before settling once more. She’d been asleep for a few candlemarks at least, soon she would need some of her bandages changed and to wake in order to eat and drink again. Mysqith had not slept at all in that time, instead she had laid against the burly burgundy who kept her company after returning from a quick meal. If Tryonilth needed to leave she would not stop him, yet on some level she would miss him even if she never said as much. You’ve been there more than once, though never your face. She hasn’t figured it out, but I did turns ago. When she hears music she thinks of you when she’s awake. When she’s sleeping and thinking of you she hears music in her dreams.

She’d never say as much to the harper turned rider but there had been music in the woman’s dreams for a long, long time now. It was not always there but it came and went as frequent as the tides - it was one of the few things to help calm Ivy’s troubled mind. The cyan was jealous of him for having this affect on Hers but she knew it was not bad; in fact their repaired friendship and whatever it was that happened between them since was good for Ivy; just as the burgundy’s presence in her life was good for her. Stretching out she noted a change, She’ll be waking soon. Her hand and stomach ache.

It was a quarter of a candlemark before the redhead stirred enough to wake but when she did the pain in her stomach and of her left hand hit her hard. Blue eyes fluttered open only to immediately brim with tears and she tried to sit up only to be left groaning as pain shot through her prone form. The whole scenario was maddening, to be capable of helping others afflicted with these injuries but unable to help herself. Playing the victim was not the part she wished to have and yet here she was at the mercy of others. Turning her head she saw him still there and despite her tears her face seemed to light up a bit. ”Did you…”, pain halted her words momentarily but she fought through it and the nauseous feeling it left her with, ”sleep at all?”

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Lainn said nothing in response. He wasn't verbose to begin with; why he'd suddenly felt at least a small ease to his apprehensions with her was anyone's guess. Perhaps it had stemmed from screaming at her in her Weyrlinghood, or the injustices of seeing her kept locked away in the Barracks. Either way, perhaps life had determined that he had been silent where she was concerned long enough. He wasn't particularly even that wordy with her, but she was to date the only woman outside his late spouse who didn't have to be in a business setting, to hear him speak to her.

Whether it would adjust with time to include others or not, however, was still to be seen.

Sea-hued eyes lifted to brush across the Cyan where she lingered, momentarily, before Lainn was back to simply sitting there beside her. He'd sent word to his Wingleader about her injury, and the subsequent need to see to her at least until she'd mended; whether G'len would allow it or not, well, it depended largely on how short-handed they were. Wings as a whole had been somewhat slim pickings as of late. Some part of the Burgundyrider suspected that if they didn't get more Riders soon, Wings would be condensing again.

Who knew. He imagined that ultimately, he could leave her care to Drudges and Healers while he had to Fall-fight, and then take over once more after the day's duties were completed.

Not that he was too terribly pleased by that concept.

"Shhh, shhh." He settled his hand to her shoulder, smoothing his other hand across her arm to still her. "I'm right here. It's all right. Do you need fellis or numbweed?" He smoothed his hand over her head, and retrieved some water.

"I haven't."

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Lips pressed together in a tight thin line as she fought off another wave of nausea. While she wanted to answer, to tell him he should rest rather than worrying over her she felt opening her mouth would only invite her dinner to reappear. The pain shooting through her abdomen and hand were on par with the threadscore she’d suffered as a weyrling and she practiced deep breaths through her nose in order to try and fight it off - but this was not something she could simply push through, no matter how stubborn she might be. Looking up at him the tears fell away from her eyes and down her cheeks, settling thanks to the comforting feel of his hand on her shoulder. Biting her lips together she slowly nodded up at him, body trembling slightly as pain and chills worked over her prone form.

Agitated by the pain her rider was suffering through Mysqith’s eyes bled red and orange, tail flicking back and forth as she shifted against the burgundy’s side. Nostrils flared as she craned her head in order to find a healer who was not busy, My Ivy is in need of something for her pain, now. Snorting she followed the man with her eyes, noting he hadn’t jumped in surprise at her voice but instead seemed to cooperate with her bidding. Settling some she continued to watch him with interest, as long as Hers was tended to she would calm and resume pressing in against the male at her side without issue.

Turning her head more she pressed her lips against the hand on her shoulder, appreciation evident despite how pain pinched at her features. Nice slow breaths helped some but true relief did not come until they’d brought her more numbweed to be slathered over her abdomen and mangled hand - and fellis to help with the deeper pain the numbweed could not touch. Tears slowly ebbed without ever coming to a full stop as she turned her piercing blue eyes up to settle on the other rider, ”Thank… you. For being here.”

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He knew she liked to worry. He'd gathered that much from the brief standpoint of being involved with her, as it were, but the long and short of it was that his entire focus right now was making sure infection didn't set in, and she wasn't lost to that. He'd already been removed of one notable female in his life, and though it was still up in the air where this whole relationship between them - if one could even call it that - was going, he wasn't terribly prone to just being okay with people dying.

Enough death had come to visit him, thanks very much. He was quite done with all that.

Mysqith was under Tryonilth's attentions, and for the time being his Burgundy seemed to be holding his own with the rather concerned Cyan; it was all for the better, because obviously an upset dragon would only be answered with an upset Rider, and the last thing he needed was to have to deal with two upset women instead of one.

Faranth how he hated talking. It felt so foreign, after a lifetime of very, very few words to women in any sort of personal setting. He half wondered if his brain still thought of everything outside the Flightlust situation as some sort of 'professional' setting, given they were both Riders. It felt so strange, perhaps the lingering residual sensations of his not really wanting to hold any kind of conversation, and linger in silence where he sat.

It was easier to just let other people do the talking, but in this sort of situation there was no other choice, short of leaving the room and letting someone else look after her. Something he was pretty sure that Mysqith wouldn't be particularly pleased by.

He of course was no Healer. He was a Harper, and there was quite a difference between the two, so when the actual Healer came in to deliver some fellis to the injured Cyanrider, Lainn was keen to move the shards out of the way and let him do his job. He kept his hands on Ivy's shoulders to maintain that contact, in order to assist in helping steady her, and perhaps calm her down - if only for a little while.

Her gratitude was met with only a low, quiet-toned 'Mmmm.' Confirmation and acknowledgement, but it didn't really require him to answer beyond that. After she'd been dosed, he slid down into the stool he'd vacated, and leaned on the edge of the bed with his elbows and forearms on the side, chin on his hands before he looked sidelong towards where Yon was propped up with Mys.

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It was most evident in Mysqith, whose mood reflected the ebb and flow of Ivy’s pain levels. The healers had given her a higher dosage of fellis than before - she needed rest more than anything else. A weak but grateful smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she turned her head to look over the burgundyrider. ”You’re so… handsome.” While it wasn’t untrue it was clearly the effects of the pain medication - her words were slow and slightly slurred as she fought against her drowsiness.

A losing battle, in the end, as she succumbed to the combined efforts of numbweed and fellis. Pain was a memory for the moment and as her eyes drooped closed it became evident she would be asleep for a handful of candlemarks at least. Breathing slowed and her body relaxed completely as she slipped into the warm embrace of sleep. Leaning against Tryonilth the cyan’s eyes retained some hints of yellow but had calmed to hold far more blue in their facets. Laannasuth should have allowed me to end the red, bonded or not. A quiet snort followed her statement but rather than lashing out or allowing anger to grip her Mysqith pressed closer against the burgundy at her side. As Ivy drifted off to sleep she felt pressed to do the same, the high emotions of the evening having drained her.

There are healers, if you sleep I will not fault you. Rest is important. Softly she spoke to C’lainn, clearly appreciating his presence by her rider’s side as much as Ivy did. Soon sleep claimed the cyan as well, both females lost to the comfort offered by the fellis.

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