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R'ign spotted a few remaining weyrlings lingering about and headed over to them. "Do you two need a lift to Fort? Kerth and I could take you, if you can go between. Otherwise, I believe they have a caravan that's taking the injured."

Niko nods, placing her bandaged wrist gently on his. "Sounds good to me." She looks around one last time, balancing Gingem in the crook of her good arm. Gyo' go on outside, we'll come out in a sec once we get coordinated, alright?

Sure, love. Gyo' slowly stands up, lumbering out of the hall and out onto the ledge, before spreading his wings and jumping off, gliding and spiraling down to the Bowl floor.

Nakoreth is asking if I would help move the barrels. Should I?

Why do you have to ask? Go do it, you're the closest. Keep Netesath calm while you're there.

Wrath snorts. She walks toward the barrel, and sitting back on her haunches, she grips it with her two hand-like forepaws. Squirming to turn, she places it next to her clutchsister's rear haunches, tilting it carefully on end.

Stay there, another barrel is on its way.

Irritated, Wrath lashes the tip of her tail in the dust and waits. Presently, the two journeymen push up the other barrel, and repeating her awkward manuevers, Wrath places it next to Netesath's shoulders.

"Okay, now we just need a long board of some sort..." Ray looks at the men standing around watching the proceedings. "Does anyone know where to find one?"

Wrath puts the board on the two barrels, then looks at Ray somewhat petulantly. Now what?

"Banna? Wrath can give you a lift up there." Banna looked at the large queen and blanched.

"No, no, I can get up there. When you're small, you learn to scramble." Ray shrugs.

Wrath, just stay near there for now, and keep Netesath calm!

Banna, with a boost from her journeymen, gets up on the plank. One of them boosts up the other after her, and the supplies get passed up while the Dragonhealer surveys the damage.

It looks to be mostly bruises, dark discolorations against the hide, and abrasions. A few seemed to be seeping ichor, but nothing was bleeding heavily. She carefully kneels down and pulls a long stick out of one of the bundles... Ray peers closely, no, it's a mop? "Pour some numbweed in that bowl," she gestures absently at another bundle. "There's nothing too serious up here, nothing a good coat of numbweed and a few days rest won't cure."

The journeyman pours some goopy numbweed salve into a large metal bowl, and Banna dips the end of the mop in it. Then using it much like a drudge would, the Dragonhealer uses the mop to apply the numbweed as far as she can reach, walking along the board to make sure each bump, scrape, and bruise has a good coating.

"Ray, could you get her to turn around so I can reach her other side?"

Ray is about to ask Wrath to ask Netesath to move when the queen moves herself.

"Thank you."

Netesath says there's nothing wrong with her hearing. Wrath sounds amused.

Eventually Banna leans back from her ministrations. "Is there anything else that hurts her?" she calls over to Ray again.

She's saying nothing at the moment, but she's still worried about Beriadi.

Ray nods. "She's feeling much better now," Ray tells the Dragonhealer. The small woman scrambles down from her perch, and her journeyman follows, after passing down the supplies.

Ray looks around. "Now what?" she asked no one in particular. Nothing seems to be happening at the moment that needs her attention, so she sighs, relaxing a bit.

She looks up, the sun's starting to set. This must have been the longest day ever... Yawning, she leans to rest her elbow on her knees so she can prop up her head. She could just ... fall asleep ... right ...

Dozing, Ray hears something talking, but she doesn't pay attention. When the voice gets a bit louder, sounding alarmed, she jolts out of her doze, sitting up abruptly, exclaiming "What? Huh? Ahh!" she windmills her arms to keep her balance, wincing as she flexes her sore shoulder.

Recovering somewhat, Ray looks around. K'makin is standing nearby. "Kya? Could you get a healer to come look at my foot? I'm about to pass out and I'd like someone to take care of it and add more numbweed."

Ray winces as the healer unwraps her ankle. He tsks, and steps back a moment to renew the oil on his hands. Then scooping up some fairly thick numbweed salve, he works it into Ray's ankle.

Ray hisses and tries not to jerk her leg out of his grip. Gradually the sensation fades away and she's able to watch him work on her ankle somewhat distantly.

"Pretty bad sprain you have, and it didn't help that you walked around on it for a while." He glances up at her, a frown wrinkling his forehead. "Just because numbweed makes it stop hurting doesn't mean you aren't doing damage to it." He shakes his head. "Though I suppose, given the kind of day it's been, you probably had little choice. I'm glad someone had the sense to make you sit though, no telling what kind of damage you could have done to it."

Ray scowls at him. He ignores her expression.

He rinses his hands, and dries them. "You'll probably have to have more numbweed applied in the morning. By then the swelling should be down a bit, whoever wrapped this must have been in a hurry. Was it one of the apprentices?"

"No, a Weyrling." That reminds Ray of something, niggling at her memory, but she can't chase it down as the Healer continues.

"I'll have to speak to the Weyrlingmaster, then, to see about making sure your Weyrlings are better trained in basic Healing."

Ray winces. "Ah... that would be myself, or at least I was until this afternoon when the Weyrwoman resigned."

He snorts. "You have had a busy day, haven't you, goldrider?"

"Just give me the fellis so it can finally end!"

The healer chuckles. "Not just yet." Using a fresh linen bandage, he wraps her ankle tightly, from the middle of the foot to halfway up her calf. He secures the loose end then carefully attempts to move the ankle. It doesn't budge. "There we go. If you absolutely must be up and about tomorrow, no matter what, do not put weight on that ankle! Run things from your barrel if you must, but don't walk, and don't stand, and don't run."

He shakes a finger at her. "I mean it. Stay off it! There's plenty of strong young men around here to carry you around. And I don't mean 'for you to lean on.' I mean for them to actually, literally, carry you around. I'll let the other healers know about you; we'll have our journeymen hold you down and pour fellis down your throat if any of us sees you standing tomorrow."

Ray blanches at the scolding. "I... yes? Okay?"

"Good." He turns to his supplies and pulls out a glass bottle. Uncorking it, he hands it to her. "One mouthful." He glances at K'makin. "Young man, you should get ready to catch her."

Ray raises an eyebrow, then shrugs and takes a mouthful from the bottle. She nearly gags at the strong, bitter taste. "That's not fellis," she gasps, pushing the bottle back at the healer.

"No, but it'll have much the same effect. Someone'll check on your foot in the morning." He gathers his things while Ray tries to get the taste out of her mouth, swallowing and grimacing.

There's something she's forgetting. What? Oh. Oh, the person who wrapped her foot earlier. Who had made Ray angry, and went to one of the mountain lakes, and should still be there. The girl was probably hungry by now, Ray realizes. "Shen shomwon for Ththtaa," she says, struggling to get her tongue to form the words. She tries again, urgently. "Shend shomwon. G-g-get T'thia." She shakes her head, suddenly feeling woozy. Wrath, tell them, to get T'thia and Arizath from the lake. She doesn't hear Wrath's response, her thoughts slipping loose as she leans back to lie down, she's sooo tired...

Kerth, could you please tell yours that she's needed at Fort as soon as she's free? Mine and the Weyrwoman need her.

((short I know... stupid work...))

Ray sits irritably on her barrel. At least this time she had managed to get someone to fold a sleeping fur into a makeshift cushion! The miners had completely cleared out the Tunnel some time during the night, and a Trader caravan had been hired to cart the injured to Fort Weyr.

Ray was, nominally, overseeing the organization, but for the most part P'las and Shadill were doing all the work. Every now and then someone would come up with a stupid question for her to answer, so that she'd feel like she was still needed. She can't quite remember when it had happened, but apparently word had gotten out that Benden Weyr didn't really exist anymore; most of the riders and staff were being merged with Fort Weyr indefinitely.

The Masterminer had visited her personally this morning to inform her that the Miners would be honored to restore the Weyr, but he wouldn't give her anything solid on when it would be fully habitable again, just that it could take Turns.

A healer had looked at her ankle again, and had repeated the warning from the previous evening. "Don't go between either," he had told her firmly, which dashed her hopes of just going right on to Fort and letting someone else babysit the refugees of the Weyr.

She sips her mug of klah, grimacing. It was just the stuff they'd had last night, reheated.