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[Siata]

Siask rumbled, but he let Carltis hold him down. In return for it, his tongue snaked out to lick at whatever part of the boy he could - with Carltis by his head, it shouldn't be too hard, right?

Siata knelt by her wher, pulling back his eyelids gently to start numbing it. He snarled, held still, though he trembled under Carltis' hold from the pain before the numbweed kicked in. "You kept track of them and they're here with you during all this. Sounds like friends to me. Maybe not the sorts you're used to going out for food with or something but there's some things you can't live through without being friends. 'M pretty sure this is one of those things."

The numbweed done, the redwort came back. Siata hissed, cleaning, her eyes narrowed. " 'S easy to lose track of people in a Weyr. Remembering each other is a good sign, don't you think? ********, did he lick you? I'm sorry."

Her fingers. In his hair. It was nice. And she was right - logic made a brief comeback - there'd been no final call from Berath before she flashed between. Where was that Benden girl, Cai, anyway? Had she seen to the green's wounds?

Once more Aleck leaned into the glasscrafter, appreciating the fact that she was there. She was warm and soft, all curves to his angles, and the little logical voice in his head said Enjoy it. She probably won't hold you like this again.

A weak pulse threaded through cold fingers.

"I-" Pause. "I know." He didn't really, not in the heartwarming way that ended some very young children's stories; he was too used to a disconnect, of being slightly apart from all others. And that had been fine, because his father was like-minded, but right now he felt terribly, tiredly alone.

He half-turned to her and sank his face into her shoulder, closing his eyes. She smelled like citrus fruit.

Rochelle.

He liked her, even now.

"We need to get him to Trine," he mumbled after a while. "He needs someone who knows what they're doing - if he stays here, I.. I don't know. He's really hurt."

[Rochelle]

"We will totally get him to Trine. We will get him to Trine in the most awesome way possible," Rochelle tilted her cheek to his hair, fingers continuing their slow, purposeful pets. He didn't seem to mind them and he needed so many hugs. Poor Aleck. He'd seen her cry when Rocham fell ill, but there weren't any sort of things like this. She squeezed gently anyway. "All of us, ok? The tiny freckled thing and the healer and everything. Carltis can carry you like a brand new weyrmate or something silly like that. We'll be awesome."

Nonsense helped. Rochelle cuddled. "Would talking about random stuff help? What's been going on here before tonight, news I've missed?"

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[Siata]

"Face cuts'll do that to you. Like a bit of dust in your eye but worse," Lies, she could deal with. Lies were fine. She applied antiseptic, glancing up at Carltis with a bemused half-smile. "No harm in trying, right? Worse thing that could happen is you find out they're total losers with no alcohol tolerance. Or maybe that wouldn't be too bad, they could pay your tab each run. And.. teh Weyr's a big place, all of them. Even Trine."

... ********, Trine. Would they even let her go?

She jerked herself back to Carltis at his question, blinking up at him once more. Another half-grin and she returned to her wher, crooning at him wordlessly for a moment. "Yeah, he's a tough one. Doesn't talk at all, ever, but he isn't dumb at all. I... Honestly, I didn't even know this was going to happen. I didn't leave the room until I came here. Siask killed everyone who came near."

One shoulder rose and fell in a shrug. "Hopefully there are enough with us that they'll let me go to Trine with you guys. I don't want to stay here. ******** traitors."

But! Old dude!

Siata looked up and grinned, although it was a bit forced. "Yeah, we were just hit up by some intruders. He fought them off like a badass, saved my life and all that. Could you check to make sure the second one is dead?"

[Calrtis]

He narrowed his... well his eye, the other one was full of blood and covered by shirt. "You're coming with us," he said gruffly, "One way or another. You never did anything wrong, so you should get to come. Anyway, that wingleader seems to like you so you should be alright."

Oh, and here was gramps with his bow again. Great.... Who was it the woman was talking about? Carltis looked over at Siata, puzzlement and uncertainty clear on his face. "Yeah... what she said."

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[V'eck]

V'eck actually went so far as to raise an eyebrow. "I see." With nothing more to add to a pair of children he didn't know, the silver rider glided forward. At the corner his lips pursed and he loosed his arrow followed by another, and then another.

He then turned back to the pair beside the injured bronze. "All of them are dead now, all of them within sight at any rate. We should all retreat within the doors when your wher can move; sensibilities should not get in the way of practicality. There are curtains you can use to hide him from the view of anyone sho might get... upset."

"Yeah." This felt good. Could he stay here, like this, in the little pocket of calm in the eye of the storm? If there had to be storms, if he couldn't do anything else right now, then give him some time to recover before he went out there again. Could he just..

Wait, what.

"I don't think he'd like that," the brunet mumbled, mouth curling in a faint smile against Rochelle's shirt. "He-" Oh. There was Becka. Aleck reluctantly pushed himself away and sat up. It had ended too soon; he felt tired again.

"He can't swallow, Becka." He couldn't summon the energy to be gentle, so he settled for weary. "He'd choke. I gave him water a while ago-" -but he'd forgotten to recently- "-so until he wakes up, I think we should wait. Pinch his skin to see if it snaps back." It was a simple test, enough for him to remember in the deluge of lectures he'd received.

[V'eck]

So now he had to go back ******** expression did not change. "Bring him in," he nodded to Siata, "the wingleader would agree at this point, I am sure. I will find a curtain to shield him from those who might... react, and you do what you must to make him comfortable."

And then the old man was off again moving with as much fluid grace as a dancer, albeit one on the edge of their prime.

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[Carltis]

He blinked (winked?) and looked down. "Oh... Siask would have handled it if I hadn't, I'm sure...." His face hurt. He raised a hand to the sleeve tied roughly over his face. "Yeah... yeah let's... get in there." He was starting to feel sick.

Standing up warily he walked towards the doors, his gait slightly unsteady. Entering after V'eck, he cast around to see who had come and gone in his absence. Not too much change. "Hi everyone. We got rid of more people that want us dead. Just thought you might like to know."

At that point his legs decided to stop working properly. Stumbling forward he managed to get to the bunk on the opposite side of Bereck to Rochelle and Aleck. Rochelle and Aleck who were all snuggled up. Of course. He slumped onto the floor next to the bunk, hunched in on himself, and said no more.

Becka had already begun to move off when Cartlis walked in, his face bloodied and announced that they'd taken care of those that had tried to get in, her relief was tempered by her need to do something, to help. she rounded on Rochelle "my NAME is Becka... i am not blind" she snapped, turning back to Carltis who had hunched down near the bed. Ignoring anything else she was about to say to Rochelle she went over to him, more than a little peeved when Rochelle moved over and out her hand on Carltis' shoulder "Who's the healer here?" she said, her voice low as she pushed, not hard but enough to move the girl's hand and get to Carltis' level herself, the girl away to lift Carltis' chin "Carltis, i need you to look at me as best you can ok?" she said to him, blanking Rochelle. She'd wait for Carltis to talk to her before she went to fetch cloth, water and anything else she might need... shells she might even have someone make her a little bag if she had the marks, just to carry emergency things around with her.