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Mecesa was the last in the kitchen again that night. It was an arranged situation. With Teller's clutch there she didn't like it being unattended for too long. So she had arranged that she would stay and do the clean up. This was usually a job for a few people so it took her quite a few candlemarks. However the trade had come that she was then allowed to come in later the next morning. She didn't have to worry about Teller's clutch then because people would be there getting breakfast ready anyway. So Mecesa didn't mind being up late as she moved about sweeping the floors. This was her last job, she already made sure that everything had been put away and she'd wiped down the surfaces.

Teller, who was lying on her usual shelf amongst two large bowls, let out a whistle to catch the young woman's attention. Mecesa looked up to find Teller looking past her, turning around she saw T'rel enter the kitchen. "Oh hey, T'rel." Mecesa said with the usual brightness, despite the late hour of the visit. But as Mecesa looked at T'rel her smile faded slightly. Something was wrong, he seemed different. Sad maybe? Come to think of it, T'rel hadn't visited this morning. T'rel stopped by every morning for one reason or another. Stopping her sweeping mid-task Mecesa rested the broom against the counter. Walking around it she crossed the kitchen to the Weyrleader. "T'rel, sweetie, what's wrong?" She was concerned now. Oh, what if it was Ky't? Mecesa had heard she was in a bad way, what if she'd taken a turn for the worst? Mecesa wasn't sure T'rel would get through that. She'd known T'rel long enough to know that the young Weyrleader was totally devoted to his Weyrwoman, oh, she did hope the girl was alright.

Mecesa returned T'rel's embrace without a second thought. She didn't read at all into it. It wouldn't really have mattered if T'rel had been trying something. As far as romantic intentions went Mecesa was as blind as a wher in the sunshine. She couldn't make out what he said at first, not until after he had pulled away and said it again. "Oh, now what dimglow went and said that?" Poor T'rel, now was the last time he needed to be doubting himself. People should have been convincing him he wasn't a good person. "You're not a terrible person, T'rel, you're a good person. You're one of my favourite people." Five turns meant T'rel had a good head start getting onto that list, even if it was a rather large list.

Mecesa's face creased with concern as T'rel told her he'd done something terrible. She was worried now. What could he have done to put himself in this state? As T'rel sat on the counter Cesa pulled a stool over and placed it nearby. The scene would certainly be an odd one to come across. The Weyrleader of Ista sat on a counter in a deserted kitchen with one of it's workers on a stool next to him. Luckily there was practically no chance of anyone stopping by. Cesa took T'rel's hand and squeezed it when he asked her not to think badly of him. "T'rel, you're my friend. I couldn't think badly of you." Letting go of his hand she let hers return to her lap. "But you need to tell me what you've done." She was worried now that T'rel really had done something terrible. Mecesa was actually thinking violence, which seemed the most common 'terrible' thing.

Mecesa had been so close to reassuring him that she would too say the same thing after he had told her what he'd done. Luckily she hadn't opened her mouth to say it yet because Mecesa had a moment of blankness when T'rel really did tell her. A quiet, "Oh." was all that the cook let escape her. 'Some things with a bluerider.' She could see why he had deemed himself a terrible person for that. Whilst Mecesa did not deem this a terrible thing, she did concede that it was a bad thing.

Leaning her body against the counter Mecesa listened to T'rel as he told her what happened. The story sounded a little... well odd to her. Like parts of it were missing out of it. She also didn't like the sound of this 'cousin of fellis'. If T'rel had had trouble sleeping then giving him actual fellis would surely have solved the problem. Not just the, but she didn't like the idea of any rider handing out things that could knock someone that way that T'rel said he had. Cesa sat for a moment in silence before deciding to speak.

"Well, I think the first thing you need to do is speak to Ky't, T'rel. I know it's scary and that you fear you may lose her, but this is something she needs to know. There is a chance she may not forgive you, love, I know, but the longer you leave it the less likely she is to forgive you. You need to tell her before it's too late." Mecesa had been gentle with her tone up until this point, but it was then her voice turned sterner. "Now, about this bluerider. First I would suggest not spending more time with her than is completely necessary, it will not help your cause with Ky't if you are palling around with this girl. Second I want you to find out what she gave you. Exactly what she gave you, and have a decent healer with you so you know what it is." After that unpleasantness was dealt with a smile returned to Cesa's face. "What were you doing meddling with tithing anyway. With Ky't out of action that's Tanasha's job, isn't it? Ain't you got more important things to deal with?"

"Good boy." Mecesa said with a sympathetic smile. Really it needed to be done as soon as possible. Like pulling teeth. Just yank it out, wait until the bleeding stopped and everything's fine. T'rel needed to get it over with and tell K'yt. Let her rant and rave, get angry, cry, whatever it was the young Weyrwoman was likely to do. Sooner or later she would have to get over it. Or at least Mecesa hoped so. She was sure that if K'yt loved T'rel as much as he did her then she would forgive him. It just might take some time.

Cesa nodded as he said he would avoid M'nie. She supposed he was lucky that the bluerider wasn't a wingleader or anything that meant he would necessarily have to talk to her. Any other situation he could get away with, since surely other people would have reason to be there. "I'm sure if you describe what it did to you then it might help to narrow down the list. Those are some rather unique effects. I can't say I know of anything that does that." Although to be perfectly honest Mecesa was not well versed in healing. Past numbweed and fellis she was in poorly charted territory and thought it better to leave it to the healers.

Just like T'rel should have left tithing to Ash it would seem. "Yes you should. I know you were trying to help, sweetie, but really you've got enough on your plate now without trying to carry other people's burdens too. Ash knows what she's doing and if she needs help she has people who can help her. Just like you do." Just as long as it wasn't M'nie. Seemed better to stick with Z'iv, since Mecesa had heard by now that he was Weyrsecond now. A pretty big step up for him wasn't it? But to have lost his family the same night? Even making Weyrsecond wouldn't make up for that.

"There can't be that many relatives of fellis out there." Or at least she hoped so, there could be hundreds for all she knew. Add that to T'rel's inability to hold his wine and who knew if the healer would be able to figure out what it was. Hopefully though Ky't wouldn't take this to mean that T'rel was just making up excuses. Cesa didn't think he was the kind to do that. Much less then come to her before going to Ky't and tell her about them.

Mecesa smiled when T'rel said they would start working on drills at dawn. She wondered how that would go down with the riders. She imagined things would be getting a little less slack for them soon enough. Well, maybe it would do the layabouts some good. Cesa meant that in the nicest possible way. She had no problems with riders, but would like to see some of them try a days work in the kitchens. "Well don't you stay up all night fretting if you're to be up early tomorrow." Shards, she sounded like his mother. Cesa's face turned sympathetic once more when the conversation turned back to what T'rel had done. The idea of running out of things to do made her grin. "Well, if you ever run out of things to do again bring yourself down here. I'm sure I'd find something for you, if one of your rank can handle the work of the regular people." She was only teasing, but she could quite easily find work for T'rel to do. If worst came to worst she could just make him make bubbly pies to make up for all the ones he ate.