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17-05-02: Healers
Lydiere's 'stomach bug' is told to report to the healers, pronto, and Lydiere agrees to follow cues.

Kirstin stays quiet while the rider and the healer comes to term with M'kans feelings around the infirmary, tucking the ointment she just aquired in her belt pouch
Lydiere's face is somewhat...green in hue; she gives the living caverns a vile glance, stepping away from them with a heated energy, breathing deeply the warm, Istan air. She stands very still very a matter of minutes, eyes shut, then turns, moving across the bowl towards the ramp leading up to her ledge, which takes her past the vicinity of the infirmary.

Anda nods. "Fair enough, brownrider." Her face eases into a smile. Back to Kirstin. "Actually dear, there's a place you can just leave orders and have them delivered to you. There's a box in the infirmary. Something new I wanted to add." Another person has her attention now, as they bear a verde tint. Healer always, Anda steps away from the small group and goes to the woman, taking note of her tangled knot. "Is all well, Weyrwoman?" Anda's voice is low in her query.

He nods slightly but M'kan glances quickly to Lydiere, "Lyd, heya..." He greets. Attention drifts now and then, absently to hrming. "You look ready to lose something." Blunt, isn't he? Yes, yes, he is. However, he doesn't add more. The young man is a smart one, of course. After a while, the brownrider casts a quick look to Anda, "Okay..."

Kirstin glances at the green goldrider, automatically thinking of the only two times she is ever that green, too much drink and too much se..

"Fine, fine." See, there's a smile on Lydiere's face-- forced or no, although her expression takes upon a vaguely guilty note. "The caverns just smell of raw fish, and since I'm," she hesitates, "getting over a-- /stomach/ bug, it doesn't agree with me." Yeah. Uh-huh. "No need to be so blunt, M'kan," she snaps, promptly looking all the more guilty for it. She gives Kirstin a short smile, using the motion to clear her face.

And the snapping has Mik blinking a few times before he erms, "Sure you are, and I bet Lly is proddy again?" He inquires, dreading anything that is proddy, too. After that one flight, he still is recovering, but keeping that underwraps. "You look green around the gills." He admits, worriedly, "Maybe you should have..." A pause, and a look to Anda. "..have the healer here check you over?"

"Oh dear. A bug? And you've not come in to see us, dearie?" Nevermind that the weyrwoman is a bit older and more than outranks Anda. She lays a gentle hand on the woman's shoulder, wanting to coerce her to the infirmary. "Ya know, I have some splendid herbs that would make the nasaua (sp?) go away. Come now, no need to be sick needlessly."

Kirstin smiles at the jr ww, "Best off to get things checked out, cant hardly do your job well leaning over a latrine" she says in her old familar headwoman tone.

"No. Llysereth only makes my head pound," retorts Lydiere, shaking her head (which is probably not all that good for her to do, anyway-- she shuts her eyes, then blinks several times). "No, no, I don't need a healer," she insists, glancing from M'kan to Kirstin, and then, more tentatively, towards Anda. "I'll be fine, I'm sure of it. I'll just stay away from the living caverns. Until I-- get over this."

"A healer.. I think is the best person to go to." M'kan, the one that fears healers, is actually saying something against his own beliefs. He gazes firmly at Lydiere, not backing from the retort she gave him. "You better, cause you certainly shouldn't suddenly become deathly ill and.. you know.."

Anda crosses her arms across her chest, shaking her head. "Sure you can last it through? Ya know, the earlier you come to see me the earlier I can make it go away." Her voice carries a certain weight to it, though her expression is gentle. "I have some soft teas that won't hurt anything, only calm your tummy."

Kirstin smiles, "Last time I remembered Healers outrank riders when it comes to health" Ok, really keeping mouth shut now, not being a meddling mother type at all, nope nope

Lydiere raises her eyebrows towards M'kan. "What, die? No, I don't think that that is going to be a problem for some time, yet." Grimacing, she adds, "Hush, all of you. I don't need a healer, although-- some of those teas would be good, Healer Anda," she admits, looking ruefully down at her toes. "I'm going to be fine, with or without, but it might be nice to not feel so sick all the time.-- Anyway. Go back to what you were all talking about. It's not important, I'm not important."

"Tell that to G'wain." M'kan reminds softly, shaking his before affixing Lyd a look that burns metal easily. His eyes are a steely blue and then he dryly remarks, "You are very important to him and your dragon, don't you forget that. And your friends, Lyd. For Faranth's sake!" His eyes roll then and his arms cross over his chest, making him rather formidable now.

Anda shakes her head, unconvinced. "Well, I won't force you just yet, weyrwoman. But, I do expect to see you in the infirmary within the next 24 hours. Your office isn't hard to find and healers fear few.. As bad as harpers, we are. And I'm sure if you're ill, your dragon will have no issues with me wanting to help you. Unfortunately, another responsibility calls. Be well. And do not forget, weyrwoman. Somethings must be dealth with." Oh yes, she has a few suspicions of what could be ailing the woman, but they're kept quiet at the healer heads back towards the infirmary.

Kirstin smiles , holding onto her own suspicions. "Well I hope that it is something that resolves itself in a timely manner. Do go and see Anda tomorrow even if you are feeling better.." an almost hopeful tone in her voice after previous conversations with Lydie

Lydiere shifts uncomfortably in the wake of Anda's words, although she nods her head, stating, resigned, "Yes, Healer." She glares towards her toes, as if taking out some kind of frustration upon them, and then states: "I don't mean that I'm not important, just that I'm not so important as you need to stop whatever you were talking about for me. And I don't think I'm all that important to G'wain anymore, actually." Bitter, anyone? She bites back further words, turning her gaze away. "I will, Kirstin. It's nothing, I promise, but if you're all so insistant..."

"You know, I think it's got something to do with his dragon." M'kan suddenly remarks, thinking but shrugging, "You are important to G'wain, no matter what you think." His eyes glimmer brightly and then he tilts his head, thinking before exhaling slowly and admitting, "Just tell him what you think, it doesn't hurt to, you know."

Kirstin nods, "I dont know you all that well, but to take these words to heart, communication is key to a relationship, moreso when it invovles riders.

"M'kan, my weyrmate is apparently falling for yours. I don't think 'the way I feel' makes much of a difference to him right now." Lydiere winces at even saying this outloud. "I don't particularly want to speak to him, right now." Afraid she'll say something she doesn't want to, no doubt. Her arms are wrapped about her middle, her expression turning to something more or less like moping. "The only way we communicate at the moment is by yelling, Kirstin. I'm afraid that only makes it worse."

"The thing is, it's a dragon thing, he'll snap out of it." M'kan assures, shaking his head, "It's all part of the after flight thing, Lyd. Give it time." He's obviously seen it before, lips pursed. After a while, he thinks about his mate and then wonders but puts the thoughts out of his mind. "Give it time.. and see how things are going. I think it's the way G'wain's dragon is. In fact, Xaeloth's been spend a lot of time.. with Tiregeth when that overgrown bronze isn't around!" He muses.

Kirstin nods understandibly , remembering some of her last conversations with her former weyrmate, sighing softly. "If you need to talk , I know I am new here, but My shoulder and ear is always free." she nods a bit at M'kan "Rider or no, we all know that flights can take hold of our mates, but there is still that human side of us that will get jealous.

Lydiere greets Kirstin's comments with a short, hesitant smile, after a pause. "I might just do that. I have-- a few things that I might be inclined to need to talk to someone about. W'yn's great, but..." Well, he's a man. "He hasn't been that way before, though," Lydiere adds, towards M'kan. "And I wasn't, with L'rien. Sure, I had G'wain causing trouble right after, but I still wasn't-- infatuated, the way G'wain seems to be. I just don't know anymore."

"Me thinks it's all in the dragon." M'kan insists, tilting his head but then shrugs slightly. "It'll pass, I'm sure if it." He is quite, in fact. However, he then adds, "If it doesn't work with the talking, I'll get a few words with him." Definitely. His expressions clearly extends silently to J'ey too but nevermind that. "Only time will tell.."

Kirstin nods, "well I need to go check that my daughter hasnt gotten into more trouble with the boys," she pats the goldrider on the shoulder, "Just knock on my door , been mated to a few riders, know what you are going through.

Lydiere's expression is dubious, but she shrugs, nodding towards M'kan. "I hope so. I can't cope with this," whatever this is, "alone. -- Oh, would you? Yes. I guess we'll see what happens." Miserably, she turns her gaze towards Llysereth and Ahreluth's ledge, watching her lifemate, who tilts her head over the side, eyes whirling a faintly red-touched green. Her smile towards Kirstin is thankful. "Thank you, Kirstin. I'll see you later."

Kirstin walks out to Living Cavern.

"Don't worry, it will pass." M'kan glances, following the goldrider's gaze and thinks a moment, shaking his head, "We both might have to get G'wain alone, or at least work on what's going on." He smiles softly, adding. "I still think you should see the healer, cause if it's not a stomach flu, it might be something else. Something worthy to tell G'wain about!" He grins widely, obviously cluing in on something.

Lydiere grimaces, nodding. "He's too young, too unpredictable. I don't think he stops to think, and then he gets defensive, when he realises that." She sighs, drawing her hands into her pockets, her eyebrows lifting sarcastically, "No, it's exactly something I don't want to have to tell G'wain about. It's all fairly obvious, isn't it?"

"Quite." is M'kan's comment but then he ponders, "Well, something will be done about him, I can assure." His lips twist into a slight grin, admitting, "I'll beat him into a bloody pulp if I must." There is definitely sarcasm there, but he is capable of ripping into a lot.

"Good idea!" says Lydiere, with more enthusiasm than is belied upon her face. "Maybe /that/ would teach him some sense, hm?" She glances towards her middle, then back towards M'kan, lips parting into a half smile. "I think I'm going to go take a nap, or something. Get ready to face the healer, tomorrow." Grimace. "Don't-- uh, mention anything about," another glance towards her middle, "to anyone, will you? I'd rather not have G'wain find out, through anyone. Yet."

"Of course, my lips are sealed, Lyd." Mik is aware of the false enthusiasm before adding, "I won't even tell /him/. But do see the healer, nevermind that I really do not like them at all." he grimaces. "I miss Tia."

Lydiere's expression - her short smile - is thankful, as she nods her head. "Thank you. And I will, I promise. Much as I hate to; it's almost nice, not knowing for sure, and having that whole 'but I might be wrong' concept to fall back on." Stiffling a sigh, she nods her agreement: "I miss Tia, too. I was used to her, and I liked her. I don't know Anda that well." With a shrug, she steps towards the ramp. "See you around, Mik."

You stride up the ramp that leads to Llysereth and Ahreluth's ledge.