C'daer ambles in from the dark inner cavern.
Alora ambles in from the dark inner cavern.
Ilesyn's head is ducked over a piece of hide, her eyes busy scanning it, diligently reading with as much speed as she can manage - evidently. There are several healers on duty, although all apparently busy - one doing a physical, another dealing with a very pregnant woman, the third carefully storing away some herbs on the shelf.
"They look all busy," murmurs the bronzerider to the candidate as they enter together, scanning over the healers and then the cots, "Do you see her? And it looks like Journeywoman Ilesyn isn't -as- busy as the others."
Alora gives an agreeing sort of nod as she looks over the cots. "I'm not really sure what she looks like. I don't see anyone who /looks/ like they got stepped on." She gives a little shiver, though whether it's for getting stepped on or the mention of Ilesyn... that's anyone's guess. "Oh, I don't know, that one over there doesn't seem /too/ busy."
Ilesyn's 'busyness', demeaned again. No one takes mindhealing seriously. However - it's true enough. She's merely reading, and reading so intently that, perhaps on purpose, she's not even lifted her head to acknowledge those entering into the infirmary. "Isolation," she murmurs, beneath her breath, head nodding rapidly.
C'daer glances at Ilesyn, looks away to the healer with the herbs, and then moves toward the closer, though he mutters something under his breath. "Journeywoman?" he asks of Ilesyn, ever-polite, "Is Dima being allowed to have visitors, yet? The one who was stepped on."
Alora follows a step behind C'daer, finally taking a place beside him when he nears the healer. She offers a bit of a smile, though her eyes do dart down to those cold... pokey... proddy fingers from time to time. "S'vilen said she was doing better." It's all she offeres before quieting to wait for Ilesyn's reply.
Ilesyn looks up from her hide with a grimace, sigh only half suppressed, her fingers stretching out lazily upon the hide, as she sets it down. "Ah. I--believe so." Or is she just trying to tell herself that she does? She lifts one hand, adding, as she indicates towards several cots in the corner, "She's over there, somewhere."
A nervous glance towards the corner, and Daer's lips press together slightly. "We can visit her? How is she doing?" For the attentive glance to notice, there are dried blood speckles over his clothes, only really noticeable on his white shirt.
Alora wrinkles her nose slightly. "Over... there? Somewhere?" Not exactly confidence inspiring. Of course, there's probably nothing wrong with her mind so Ilesyn's probably not the one to ask. "Do you know if she'll be okay eventually?"
Ilesyn's shoulders shrug; evidently, she doesn't really know. "I assume so. She's not in total isolation." And she only got stepped on, right? Again, the healer shrugs, Alora's query met easily, "Wouldn't know. I assume so."
Evidently Ilesyn's words are not reassuring to the bronzerider, as he glances nervously over to the corner and back at the mindhealer. "She'll be able to walk, and all that? With a limp, or not?"
Alora peers down at Ilesyn, arching a brow. "You... suppose? What does that mean exactly?" She nods as C'daer comments. "Yeah, will she be able to run and ride and everything? It's not every day a person's leg gets trampled by a dragon you know."
"I'm not a body healer." Surely everyone knows that by name. Ilesyn grimaces. "People don't exactly keep me up to date on those things, because it doesn't matter whether I know or not. All right?" She rises from her seat, hands dug into her pockets, her head tilted to the side. "I don't know. Don't particularly care, either. At least she's saved from killing herself fighting thread."
"-I- haven't killed myself yet," Daer says with one black brow arched high, adding, "I thought all healers got some training in the basic physical stuff, surely?"
"I know you don't like doing physicals on Candidates but surely you don't have anything against fighting /Thread/ do you? I mean, dragonriders keep us safe." She glances at C'daer, then back to Ilesyn. "And b'sides, even if they don't exactly keep you updated, she's hurt pretty badly. Don't you hear rumors or something?"
Ilesyn's shoulders are given another shrug, gaze forceful. "Not yet." Emphasis, evidently, upon the 'yet'. "Of course. That doesn't mean, though, that I actually spend time with patients who need physical healing. I don't have complete enough training for that." Alora's comment earns a slow, low sigh: "I'm glad that they do, but I certainly don't see why anyone would want to. Who wants to die for the sake of someone else?"
C'daer says snappishly, "We who are riders would die too, if there weren't riders at all." And then he inclines his head to Ilesyn and turns towards the corner she'd indicated, again mumbling under his breath, then calling softly, "Dima?" Rewarded by an, "Oooooh, C'daer!"
Alora just glances at the mindhealer. "C'daer's right. And you risk yourself every day. What if someone with deadly germs came in here and you caught it?" She doesn't say it rudely, it's more curious, but she doesn't wait for a reply. The female voice from the corner draws her and she follows behind C'daer, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl.
Ilesyn shrugs, again. "Whatever." She's not convinced - and probably never will be convinced. "You've found her, anyway. Go talk - that's why you're here."
Eying her legs under the thin sheet, Daer lowers himself carefully to the cot next to Dima's. "Perymith stepped on me!" comes the voice of the ex-candidate, "And who's that? Oh - did I meet you?" -- "Alora," supplies the rider, and turns to glance at Ilesyn before asking, "Healers giving you a hard time?"
Alora drops down on the cot next to Daer, offering a warm smile to the injured girl. "That's right, I'm Alora. How are you feeling?" She swallows hard as her eyes slide over Dima's leg and she hastily draws her eyes back to the former Candidate's face.
Ilesyn's nose goes up into the air, as she steps closer - ostensibly to keep an eye on the patient and her visitors, and be the responsible one. "I'm sure the healers are doing the best they can, aren't they--" Pause, remember the name, "Dima."
"It's booooring," replies the injured girl, "but my leg doesn't hurt much with what they give me an' they're letting me have visitors now. Rummy kind of wants to go home 'cause she doesn't want to get stepped on but her ma is mean so she don't really." Taking the opportunity to broaden young minds, C'daer asks hopefully, "Would you like me to bring you my collection of hides? I've a bunch that have Weyr history."
Alora wrinkles her nose a bit at this. "Oh, that's much less boring I'm sure." Her tone is teasing though as she smiles at the girl. "Just say no Dima. We'll find you a more intersting set of hides to read if you want."
Alora blinks suddenly, straightening. "Oh, shards! I was supposed to help out it in the stables a bit today. I should go." She hops to her feet, casting a final smile down at Dima. "I'll come visit you again later though, I promise." She smiles at C'daer, then waves at Ilesyn as she dashes off.
Ilesyn raises a brown after Alora, but remains hovering - she's doing her best to appear diligent, although she remains silent, merely watching.
It's just as well for Alora that she has to leave, because Daer is ready with an injured glance for her comment, while Dima just giggles and asks Ilesyn, "What's that cute apprentice's name? The one who brought me lunch?"
"Which one?" They may be all too far beneath Ilesyn, for her real notice, but the Mindhealer greets this question with interest. "There's several, I think."
Dima squints around and shrugs, "The one with dark hair, sort of tall," as the rider looks vaguely relieved. He asks, jumping in, "What's up with you and L'in, Ilesyn? I heard.."
Ilesyn casts her gaze about the infirmary, thoughtfully, coming upon a name, at long last: "Thestyn, perhaps. He's not bad, although he has the coldest fingers of any healer I've ever met." C'daer's question is met with a pause. "What? He lost a flight, I was there, he forgot I was ugly, and all were satisfied?"
And a flush rises on C'daer's neck; "Sorry," he mumbles and looks away towards Dima while she rattles on, "-I- didn't think he had cold fingers. I thought they were cute fingers. He's cute too. Is it true apprentices aren't allowed to have relationships?"
Ilesyn finds C'daer's flush amusing, by her expression, adding, "Why should you be sorry? Nothing wrong with it, is there?" Dima's obsessive rattling is met with the best smile Ilesyn can manage, even if it is partially toothless. "Cute and cold aren't necessarily restrictive of the other. No, apprentices are not allowed to have relationships."
"Not.. not even if it's just holding hands and looking at each other?" Dima grins up at Ilesyn with pleading eyes. Daer, since Dima has found something to natter about that he doesn't need to respond to, shoots a quick glance back to the healer and shrugs, "Shouldn't have asked. Though there was probably something more going on that just.. that."
"If you're discreet," says Ilesyn, after a pause, attempting to be nice. "I can hardly say that /I/ followed the rules as an apprentice, anyway." Probably not the best thing to admit. "There isn't, and if there are rumours to that fact, squash them, please. I don't want my name linked with anyone's."
Dima squeals softly and props herself up on her elbows to stare around for the lucky apprentice boy obsessively. To Ilesyn, "Apologies," mutters the bronzer, and noting Dima's enthusiasm he sighs softly and says, "I'll find some of those insipid romance hides to bring you, all right?" Since it's a fair bet -she- doesn't know what insipid means.
Ilesyn shrugs her shoulders - a common movement, as far as the healer is concerned - noting, "No need to apologise, really." Her lips twitch, amusement found in C'daer's offer. "Ooh, I think that will be /wonderful/ fun for you, Dima. Try Avila, C'daer. She's plenty of them."
"Don't I know it," Daer says wryly towards Ilesyn, as Dima clasps her hands together and oooooohs with delight. "It ought to keep her busy as long as she's bedridden. If that apprentice doesn't."
Ilesyn laughs cheerfully, head bobbing. "I think Avila has a reputation for it, it's true." A glance is made towards the bedridden young girl, smile twitching towards an amused grin. "It ought to, indeed."
Ilesyn adds, after a pause, "As long as it doesn't inspire her to elope with the poor apprentice, when she /can/ walk again." That's muttered, hopefully low enough so that Dima doesn't hear.
No, Dima is too focused on the backside of 'her' apprentice across the cavern to be listening to what the others are chatting about in any case. Smirking, Daer replies quietly, "If she did, at least it'd be with someone who could give her leg some care."
Ilesyn, again, stiffles a proper laugh. "A good point."
"I thought so," Daer replies, and then as he stands, "Well, I've got weyrlings to deal with. Dima? I'll bring you those hides.. Um, sorry again, Journeywoman," and he's quick to leave the odor of the infirmary behind.
C'daer walks off northwestwards to the center bowl.
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 11:05 AM