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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 11:19 am
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W'ten's eyebrows twitched as though he was barely concealing his irritation at K'em's current inventory. A wine skin. He had only brought a wine skin. The brownrider had half a mind to drop K'em and let his roommate walk the rest of the way for not only being stupid enough to fly out when a storm was coming but also for not packing anything that could be useful for their survival. It was only the fact that he had been convinced to fly out as well and had not brought all of his survival gear that made him bite his tongue and continue towards the rock formation.
Kaieth had settled himself at the back, leaving enough room for the humans. The brown seemed to be in good shape despite their long trek in the rain, so W'ten decided to take care of his roommate first. He set the other brownrider down with some semblance of kindness before moving to take his saddlebags off of Kaieth. Bags in hand, he returned to K'em's side and set them down on the floor. The oiled leather had done a decent job of protecting the bags' contents, as had the oilskins, however he doubted that his wrapped papers and writing utensils would do them any good. K'em would probably want to burn them to keep warm and W'ten was having none of that.
Instead, he tossed out the one quilt he'd brought with him from High Reaches, which was damp but sufficient. He spread it out on the floor and gestured for K'em to sit on it. "This is Ista, not High Reaches, so I doubt that we will remain cold long enough to do any permanent damage. Take off your boot and let me look at your ankle." W'ten didn't wait for K'em to comply, instead taking items out of his bag and setting them down in a neat row until he found his jar of numbweed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 2:48 pm
Faroth waited until the pair of riders settled down, watching as Kaieth's started tend to His. His rider would be fine, despite whatever complaints he had. The brown took his place in the front of group, acting as a barrier between the riders and the fierce storm outside. Not that he'd admit to such; when K'em questioned, he simply stated there was no room for him anywhere else, which was sort of true.
It was a nice thought.
K'em huffed at W'ten, rolling his eyes. Ista or not, the rain is sharding cold and it's not like it's warm inside. He shuddered a bit but did as he was told, grunting softly as he worked his boot and sock off the injured joint. It was swollen; there was no way he'd be able to get the boot back on now. "Shardit," he cursed, flexing his ankle with a cringe. "Cordel isn't gonna be happy about this. Maybe you can just patch me up and we don't have to share with him, huh?" He offered W'ten a charming smile.
Please charm, do not fail him now!
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:10 pm
While K'em may never know the truth about Faroth's position, Kaieth was much more observant than the other brown's rider. He did not say anything to W'ten, however, knowing very well that it was Faroth's own choice. He did, however, open one eye and give his companion a prominent look. Perhaps later that night he would demand that they switch positions. The smaller brown did not relish the thought of having the rain and wind on his hide again, but he would not allow injury to come to Faroth when he could prevent it. W'ten would be proud of his logic.
"Take your jacket off if you're that wet." W'ten was already shrugging out of his, and spread it beside them to help it try. The cotton shirt underneath was damp, as were his pants, but he didn't feel like removing either. Had the blanket been dry and warm he would have considered it; however it was not and wet pants were warmer than no pants. He turned his attention back to K'em's injured ankle, settling himself down on his knees so he could put the other rider's foot on his lap. His touch was not quite as clinical as Cordel's, and probably not as gentle, but W'ten did know what he was looking for. Probably not broken, but there was a good chance it was sprained. How unfortunate.
At K'em's question, the brownrider shook his head. "Negative. Numbweed will not heal it, and in the event that it is worse than a twisted ankle it will worsen and you will have to go see Cordel anyways. There is also a 93.2 percent chance that he will release much more emotion if you delay the visit than if you face him when we return. Thus, I believe it to be unwise to prolong your agony." W'ten ignored the charming smile and proceeded to systematically slather numbweed on K'em's ankle. "That should do until we return."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 5:40 pm
K'em hissed, resisting the urge to jerk away from W'ten's touch. He certainly wasn't Cordel. And Cordel was definitely going to have something to say about the way W'ten patched him up, he was sure. His best friends would never get along. Never. It was logic vs. emotion and they'd never give. Of course, if they did, it'd probably be his worst nightmare. K'em was fine with them fighting they way they did.
Wiggling out of his jacket, he watched W'ten finish up with another muffled curse. That did not feel any better. Note to self: Next injury, do not go to his roommate for help. Cordel, despite the bitching, was a much better caretaker. Which made sense, K'em supposed, since Healing was the man's profession.
"Well. I guess we should settle in and wait the storm out."
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 6:12 pm
For the most part, W'ten seemed to be ignoring K'em's response to his treatment. Indeed, the brownrider was not Cordel, and it was safe to say that he would have made a very poor Healer. It wasn't that he didn't care about his friend's health – if he didn't he wouldn't have carried him here – it was just that he knew the optimum way to apply numbweed to a wound and was insistent on doing things by the book. Sometimes that meant a little more pain for the patient but K'em was a big boy. He could handle it.
"I do not believe there is any evidence that cursing alleviates pain," he replied idly as K'em continued to make little sounds. Hissing and cursing may have been enough to make Cordel go gentler but his friend should know that W'ten was efficient first and foremost. He sat back a little to check his handiwork before screwing the lid on the jar and placing all of his items back into his back in the same order they had been taken out. With that finished, he removed K'em's foot from his lap and settled down on the remaining blanket.
"Indeed. You will inform me if you become too cold." W'ten tucked his legs underneath him and closed his eyes, content to wait out the storm in silence.
He didn't move until the sound of the rain stopped and the sun peaked out of the clouds. Kaieth was the first to move, rising slowly and making his way outside. The brown bugled happily and spread his wings, airing them out in the bleak sunlight. Only when Kaieth tucked his wings back did W'ten open his eyes and get to his feet. He offered a hand to K'em to help the rider to his dragon. It was time to go home.
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