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If T'rel was honest with himself, and he usually was; he wasn't the best man to be visiting the healerwards. He'd just lost his closest friend. His weyrmate had lost a firelizard. He was shaken and pale; tears had dried prior to his visit, though his eyes still seemed to well. He had to see Ashlyn. He knew she was injured, so many of his weyrlings had been. Weyrling lessons would be canceled for the time being. The Weyr needed time to grieve, and time to recover.

"You're awake," he observed, when he came to Ashlyn's bed. He drew the bedfur around her without being asked, watching her. "I'll get you some fell is," he added, fretfully. Was it just her arm that was hurting her? Or something more serious? Was something inside her hurt? "You took in a lot of dust. Are you feeling alright?"

Stupid question. None of them were feeling alright: their homes had been destroyed. They had lost friends. They were hurt. "I was worried about you," he muttered, reaching for her good hand.

"Dea?" T'rel thought for a moment, distracted from his worry. If she could worry about others, surely she would be fine, right? "I haven't heard anything. I could have Zellie ask Gereth." He hesitated, "Yes, I heard about the weyrling barracks. We'll have to move into unused wallows until we can get them repaired." So many of his Weyrlings had been hurt! Some of them, he thought, might never recover. It was a dark thought, a hard thing to consider. "Lessons are canceled until further notice," he said. "With half the weyrlings--and you, out of commission, we'll instead focus on repairing what we can."

There was a hesitation: he'd avoided this subject up until now. He sat in the chair next to Ashlynn's bed: no doubt meant for Tobi, and sighed. "I escaped unscathed," he said. "Lute lost one of her firelizards. Cesa's dead." His expression darkened, and he looked away from his assistant. "F'bar, too. R'yn was there, he's had ten fits."