Haanyath chuckled out loud at her brother...the sound was a mix between an elephant sneezing and a motorcycle. It was definately Haanyath. <> she teased, peering at him, eyes swirling an amused blue. She licked her claws clean for good measure after she had finished laughing, her eyes never leaving her brother. Honestly, didn't he know anything? He swooped in all wrong, in her opinion. And he picked that fatty old beast. Yuck. Where was the fun in that? <> Though come to think of it...he did look just a tad thinner than usual. Maybe he could stand to eat a few fatty wherries.

She was readily entertained by her brown brother, and was hardly thinking of T'ka at the moment. She would easily be amused for a while. Not only did she love to nitpick and harass Khunoth, but her proddy nature as of late gave her more than a healthy interest in dragons of the male gender.

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T'ka already knew there wouldn't be any beds here. She'd been around the infirmary enough as of late to tell that it was full to bursting. But who cared about a bed, a chair would be just appreciated. She nearly jumped when he rang the bell. She hadn't been expecting that. She was going to see if she could scrounge up a chair herself, but...Gh'lan had beat her to the punch. She did hop up off the bed and made for the door just as the healer arrived to check on the source of the ring. "Oh, yes. I would like a chair." T'ka admitted, watching as the healer skittered off, giving both her and Gh'lan strange looks. T'ka rubbed her forehead and looked back to Gh'lan, smiling a little. "I believe you." And she did. He looked quite...determined? She wanted to say fierce, streadfast, but she wasn't sure what a fierce Gh'lan was like, seeing as that until today, she'd never seen him as anything other than happy or sick.

"Uhm...thanks." she managed. She was used to providing everything she needed for herself, getting her own things and whatnot, so having a healer bring her something was...weird. She was never catered to, ever, and she didn't want to be. Though seeing as how tired she was...she was glad that Gh'lan had thought to ring the bell. She wasn't sure where the chairs were in here anyway. She was aware that she was grateful to Gh'lan, however, and owed him a thanks. Something she wasn't great at giving, but she really did mean it sincerely enough.

The healer returned quickly enough, thrusting a chair at her and dashing away before T'ka could offer thanks, or ask for a pillow to use for her head. Oh well. She could provide for herself. She pushed the chair up next to Gh'lan's bed, and pulled off her outershirt, revealing a thin, white, tank top-esque layer underneath. It was hot, so it was nice to take her overshirt off. Besides, now she could use it as a pillow. She settled down in the chair, relishing not having to stand. As uncomfortable as the poor excuse for a chair was, it was better than nothing. turned sideways in it, so her side was pressed against the chair's back, and balled up her shirt, pushing it against the top of the chair's back, and laying her head on it. She closed one eye, but kept the other half open, and watching Gh'lan.

"Don't mind me if I doze off, it's nothing personal, I'm just a tad bit...off."