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"Oh." And C'rci blinked as if not realizing she'd said half of that outloud. Perhaps being out on the field this long was finally getting to the girl. Shaking her head she nodded. "Of course you would. Sorry." She apologized leaving the crimson to be dealt with by Bolth.

Fasha. Leave the other flits alone please? The Blue pleaded with the rather headstrong moody crimson who eyeing Boreal for a moment cheeped back. Yes yes his had done well. Oh hello there. Fasha greeted her fellow crimson ignoring Bolth. Mine won't be happy if you upset Kameth's flightless one and her flock. Bolth pointed out having never been one for confrontation even with the likes of a flit. Finally, taking just enough time to make a point that she was doing this because she wanted too, not because she frankly found the intense emotions of displeasure that her owner could display in just a mere whisper unpleasant she fluttered over landing right on Bolth's head to perch. The steely Blue merely looked up at her and gave a snorting rumbling little dragon version of a chuckle.

Soon enough C'rci came bolting back with clean needle and thread ready. Nodding to Wykla she stepped up beside the woman and with a look of intense concentration she began to sew.

How is Kameth doing dear heart? C'rci mentally checked getting a brief picture of the older blue and his whirling eyes through Bolth. He says his has used numbweed on him before and it seems to be working well. The blue informed her his tone chipper at being able to aid the larger dragons. Good. Thank you Bolth. You're doing great. C'rci replied feeling the blue swell with pride at his rider's compliment.

C'rci's stitches where small and tight, made more to hold then look pretty. Finishing up knitting one of the tears she carefully tied off the string then moved to another one. Bending close she did her best to ignore the smear of ichor and numbweed mix that smudged her hands and clothes while she worked. Stitch after stitch after stitch C'rci's gaze narrowed down until the only thing that existed in the world was her, Bolth, Fasha, and the delicate mix of dragon membrane and thread.

Then with one last knot she was done and stared down at her stitches with a critical eye. They were good. No professionals work, but good. Satisfied with her work C'rci added a bit more numbweed ontop of the stitches just to be sure then began to carefully cover them with bandages.

"There. Here if you'll carefully fold the wing back. Don't let him do anymore flying then it takes to get from your weyr to the ground and back for at least a sevenday with those stiches. They should hold you for that much at least, but get a healer to check em. Ok now onto the butt and then the rider." C'rci cautioned her tone picking up a bit of Bolth's chipper lilt to it as she thrummed in the back of her throat with happiness.

Mine says your wing is done and you can slowly fold it. She advises not to fly anymore then what is needed to get you to your weyr and to the ground. Bolth passed on the message deciding it was just wiser to leave the concept of time up to the riders along with the majority of other fine details.

Happy with the way her first work had turned out C'rci moved on to bandage up Kameth's butt carefully stretching the bandages and making sure enough numbweed was applied before tying them off and turning to Wykla. "Looks like it's your turn. Can you take your riding jacket off? Bolth will you get a pail of water and a rag for me?" C'rci asked both rider and her own dragon, the blue letting out a bugle in answer and dashing off, crimson still perched and clinging to his head to grab one of the pails and rags the healers had set aside. Sloshing a little less then half of it out and about Bolth trotted back with his prize clunking it by his riders feet as she reached out to scratch his eye ridges. "Thank you Bolth." She continued smiling lovingly down at her partner and chuckling as Fasha, tired of the moving, stalked moodily up her arm to wrap herself around C'rci's neck.

Wykla nodded her acceptance of the apology but said nothing. She was slightly amused as she watched the crimson continue talking to Boreal who hummed back. He rubbed his head against His girl's cheek. It took only moments for the weyrling to return.

She tried not to wince with each stitch. Knowing it wasn't hurting him in any way after checking with the blue. Wykla did her job and held the wing steady, grateful again for the minority of the damage. Soon enough it was finished and she carefully walked forward with the leading edge until it folded neatly against the blue's side.

"Don't worry. He will take it easy." She fixed Kameth with a glare that booked no argument and heard the dragon give a suffering sigh. To not be allowed to fly seemed like torture to him. Kameth turned his head to observe C'rci working on his perforated rump a moment then turned to look back at the little blue. He did not normally allow such affection. She will not bother them overly while I watch, he said to Bolth. Indeed he watched the trio of greens on his forelegs. The crimson chittered back to Fasha not normally having a fellow crimson to talk to.

Wykla breathed easier now that work on Kameth was over. That had been a tense process and her back was all knotted up, which didn't help her own scoring any. The teen moved to sit comfortably on her dragon's foreleg. Mindful of Boreal, she carefully removed the now useless riding jacket. It was full of holes in the back and she could never use it again. Letting it drop, Wykla turned her back to C'rci, so the other could begin her administrations. From the corner of her eye she spotted a familiar white hide.

Having delivered most of the fresh supplies Mercy found herself near a blue dragon she knew well, fearing that Wykla and her's had been badly wounded she made her way over, eyeing the stitches on the poor blues rump with a critical eye owing to her previous time as a healer apprentice before being searched. It seemed that C'rci had done well however and she offered the two blue riders a comforting smile.

"His stitches look good" She stated in a cheerful tone - sure it might not be a cheerful time but Mercy had learned that in times of disaster it really didn't do anyone any good to go about fretting and tearful "It might not even scar much" She added, setting down a few fresh bandage rolls.

"Make sure you take time to eat and drink in between patients" She cautioned C'rci as she had many of the others she had visited in distributing the new supplies. It wouldn't do anyone any good if those helping the wounded started to drop from exhaustion or hunger.

"I don't think you'll have to worry about him not flying" Mercy assured her friend "He'll be up in the air again in no time" She continued "Aerith is fine, a bit upset as they all are about the losses and miffed that we couldn't be there to help but she'll forget soon enough - a bit of a mercy that I suppose" She stated with a slight smile - wouldn't it be nice if they all could forget such sad things so quickly..then again remembering the past was how you learned for the future and that was important too - perhaps more so now that thread had returned.

"If you need any help with Kameth while your back heal's you'll let me know yes? You can't be straining your own wounds to reach up and oil him and such. Aerith and I will be happy to help out"

"Oh thank you." C'rci replied looking up at Mercy blinking a little dazed from all the death and work. She's right Mine we've been working very hard. Perhaps we should take a rest. You're tired. Bolth added moving to twine himself about her legs and nuzzling his rider. "I. We'll be sure to rest. There are just so many that need to be tended too." C'rci sighed bending to throw her arms about Bolth's neck her shoulders sagging somewhat now that the job was done. Letting out a half-hearted chuckle at Wykla's joke C'rci shook her head. "Got it no running when thread's falling. Not that I plan too." She replied shaking her head before burying her face up against Bolth's warm steely hide just taking a seat for a moment to catch her breath as advised.

Mine we've tended so many. Bolth tried to reason with his rider nudging her gently with his nose crooning low in his throat. Let yourself rest. He coaxed gently his riders exhaustion and sadness distressing him. The constant stream of work would never stop, but C'rci couldn't go on forever and faced with the mortality of her fellows, death, and a threat greater then herself she was fighting to stay up.

But she just couldn't hold off her emotions forever.

Stumbling to her feet she dabbed at her eyes keeping one hand on Bolth's neck to guide her. "I. . .I'll be right back. I'm going to go get out of the way and get some water. Yeah water." She mumbled shaking her head as the weryling with worried blue leaning against her side stumbled for the kitchens where she could find some secluded hall to take a seat in and break down where no one could see her.

I see you Mine. I'll always be here for you. Even. . .even in the face of thread. We're one Mine. Don't cry Mine. Oh please don't cry. Bolth coaxed as the pair trailed down the corridors until C'rci couldn't go any farther and slid down one of the walls Bolth laying out beside her his big steely head in her lap looking up at her with whirling white and gray with worry and sorrow.

I'm sorry Bolth. I just can't stop the tears. I'm so so sorry. I'm supposed to be the strong one. C'rci sobbed bending to hug her dragon close as her small figure shook with the force of her pain.

You are strong Mine. You're the strongest person I know. Bolth assured her drawing a little laugh from his rider as she wiped tears from her eyes.

But Bolth you don't know that many people or dragons yet! C'rci exclaimed her heart warmed by her dragons blatant confidence in her.

I don't need to know many too know you're the best.

Aerith, the white dragon sends her compliments Mine. She said we did very well today. The blue coaxed where the pair sat side by side C'rci leaning against him her face buried against his steely shoulder to hide her silent tears.

Bolth was there, solid and real, the warm spicy scent of his hide mixing with the slight sweet smell of the oil she rubbed into it daily to keep her friend gleaming. Send her our thanks will you love? C'rci asked giving the little blue a squeeze in thanks as he did so.

You have Mine and I's thanks big Aerith. We wish we could shoulder all the Weyr's pain and ease it away, but we are but one dragon and one rider. Though that fact does not seem to stop Mine from trying. But she is tired now and I will insist she rest. And indeed Bolth did as he gently nudge his with his muzzle rising to his feet to try and force C'rci to hers.

Please come Mine. We cannot rest here. Let us get food and go home. The blue insisted as C'rci tried to drag herself out of the state she was in stumbling slowly to her feet with Bolth's help. Even little crimson Fasha stuck her head out keening in a high worried tone at her rider.

But the wounded? C'rci asked shaking her head trying to get bleary tear stained eyes to clear as she dabbed them rappidly with a small slightly clean swath of her sleeve.

We've done more then enough Mine. Please? Fasha and I are so hungry? Bolth pleaded pulling his trump card as his eyes whirled in hunger. If C'rci would not stop for herself he knew she'd surely stop for him.

The bluerider blinked down at Bolth both dragon and flit's hunger assailing her sense mixed with her own stomach's low rumblings. How could she not have noticed? C'rci felt like slapping herself for being so stupid, having always taken Bolth and Fasha's care to heart and beyond.

Shard it all to shells and back of course we'll go get you two fed! C'rci exclaimed straightening up slightly under the familiar load of routine. Somewhat comforted that nod even fog, fall or fire could stop her dragonet's hunger and then Bolth needed to be oiled. She hadn't oiled him as much today as she normally did. C'rci would need to make up for that when they got back to the Weyr and settled him in.

And with a steadier hand on her dragon blue and rider made their way to the kitchens which were in just as much of an uproar as the rest of the weyr. Doing their best to stay out of the way Bolth and C'rci slunk to where the meat for the weyrlings was hung, the young girl taking the chopper to strip the meat off the dead carcass for her hungry life mate and giving out the scraps to feed Fasha's belly. Setting the meat out for the pair and keeping a wary eye to make sure Bolth didn't eat took fast C'rci took a seat.

An older rather plump male cook who usually attended to the meat stepped into the locker and was about to bark at the pair, but eyeing C'rci where she sat her tunic stained beyond salvaging with blood, ichor, numbweed, and ash he thought better of it. Leaving her returned shortly shoving a meatroll into the girl's hands and a cup of fruit juice thinking it better then to give her klah and risk the exhausted pair being kept up all night.

Nodding her thanks in numb gratitude C'rci munched on her own food sipping the juice as Fasha and Bolth both ate until their bellies were swolen with food and the pair was happy. The stuffed flit moved and curled around her owners neck with a sleepy chirp vainly trying to stay awake.

There would be oiling and she liked the oiling. Her's always oiled the blue and her in the evening like clockwork.

Ready Bolth? C'rci asked as she gripped one of the shelves pulling herself to her feet to have him join her side pressing against her legs to lend comfort with is presence and assure himself that indeed his rider was still there.

Yes Mine. The meat was very good. Bolth assured her rubbing his head against C'rci's leg crooning out his affection as his rider dipped a hand to scratch his eye ridges.

Together the three drag their exhausted bodies back to their weyr. C'rci taking a seat with Bolth half strewn across herself as she carefully oiled his steely hide wiping off with a damp towel the dirt and dust and kneading in the sweet smelling oil until the blue shone. Here and now the world seemed to shrink down to just the warmth of their little weyr to Bolth. Here with his rider and Fasha the three of them were safe. The world was no longer a scary place filled with thread, his rider seeming to wipe away Bolth's worries and fears as easily as she did the dust from his hide. Then pressing a little kiss to the tip of his nose she moved on to the little crimson. Fasha falling asleep in pleasure half way through the process. Chuckling softly C'rci placed the little crimson in the bed of soft rags she'd made for the little flit.

Then reaching up she drew a wrapped bundle from one of the shelves taking a seat on the wide window ledge made for human and dragon basking she unfolded it to reveal a worn lap harp. Bolth not satisfied yet to fall asleep without his rider clamored up with a little help from C'rci onto the sill draping himself over her legs resting his head on her thigh as C'rci began to play.

And then drifting from the window came the soft notes of a harp settling across the Weyr in the refrains of a gentle lullaby. The song rising and falling with it's players pain and hope until like a sigh the tune faded away.

It's player and dragon fast asleep where they lay.