now i've got you in the undertow (ember)

[Lotty]

Ever since the bounty of fruits landed on her weyrledge one morning, she found it increasingly easy to take her lunch right there in the infirmary. Bundled in their wicker home, the tiers of tropical delectables came with a message of sincere thanks, though for what good deed it was she did, she was still unaware. After all, the note had only told her to keep up the good work, and for all she knew this could have been a reference to her business in mindhealing, and not the far greater accomplishment of securing a day off for E'rro's wing - a fact that she was still blissfully unaware of. The only tip off she had to the latter as opposed to the former was the fact that the benefactors chose to leave their name... there was no doubt that Legatus indeed were taking credit for the care basket.

Ultimately, Raebeli concluded that she couldn't think all that too much into it. She had done something good, and as long as nothing changed then everyone should be rightfully happy. Legatus would get whatever they were getting out of it, and she could sit on tables, bounce her legs and bite into the fresh redfruit. Poised on the edge of an out of the way countertop with Cap'n perched on her shoulder, the mindhealer took care only to make sure the juice didn't dribble too much down her chin, concerns about crunching or chewing sounds were negated by the fact that for being midday, the room was relatively quiet and empty. Sure, by no means was she sitting in a cot in the midst of the main runway, but even the tables and chairs by the infirmary's record collection had it's fair share of activity on a normal day.

It was this sort of busy atmosphere that the woman normally thrived on. There was something haunting about the silence that she was not privy to appreciating. As if picking up on the unease, Cap'n craned his golden head around to nose at the fruit cupped loosely in her hand, his feathers perking up around the neck in gentle inquiry. Pushing back the beak with a open palm the woman cooed, "No Cap'n. You have no business with fruits you silly bird. Why aren't you outside catching your own share? There is no need to keep me company today..." Besides if she really wanted to she could just end her lunch early. Pop her head out around the corner and check on patients to make the time go by. Not that the avian was having any of that. He stayed firmly planted on his lovely owner's body, throwing odd glances around the room with his golden eyes.

[Ember]

Okay so maybe trying to learn parkour on her own was a bit of a bad idea. In general Jazheera was pretty good at it but until she really got it down she probably should have dragged Cr'oph or someone after her to make sure she didn't hurt herself and have to limp all the way back to the weyr on her own. The bronzerider was fairly obedient to her whims so long as she hinted at particular extracurricular activities afterwards. Her weyrmate was, unfortunately, something of a sore spot with Dhavalth though. 'Sore' does not mean refusing to help, if only you had asked sooner my darling whelp.

"Really, Dhav? Whelp? That's the best you could come up with?" So she hadn't walked quite all the way back before her blue had stirred and his white knight tendencies had taken over. She'd been forcefully 'rescued' to her weyr where she was instructed to go to the infirmary immediately. Oh do hush, you are in a rush! "Yeah, yeah..." Tod stirred from her spot on the bluerider's bed and squeaked in fear when she realized Hers was leaving. Nooooo! The green wiggled her way across the furs but didn't realize, in her partly blind state, that the edge was so close and tumbled off the bed.

Cue the wailing. Jazz picked up her salamandyr when she managed to hobble her way over to the green and shushed at her softly. "Come along then, Tod. Don't be sad, we'll go see the fixer people, yeah? Make all the hurts go bye bye." Not that Tod really was hurt, just surprised. She tucked the green into her breastband and began the treck to the infirmary. In due time she got there and by then her ankle was seriously giving her some grief. She peeked into the main entrance before sighing and hobbling fully in. She'd either be noticed soon enough or she could at least sit around and amuse the now sniffling Tod until she was.

[Lotty]

Of course it did take a moment for Raebeli to notice. Her first clue after all was the way Cap'n stirred. The bird only made moves like that when people were stirring about, and he definitely only got that look in his eye when he saw a potential meal waltzing in. Sure, the avian cared far more about Tod than Jazheera, but then that was to be expected, he was hungry and it had been far too long since he had a salamandyr snack - they were after all just delicious as the fish he scooped from the river, if not as filling or easy a prey. Feeling the tensing of her feathered friend on her shoulder, the mindhealer flitted her eyes up and over, noticing the entrance of a woman into the infirmary. Apparently her lunch break was now over.

With the obvious aspects of the woman's appearance registered into her mental files - dark haired, dark eyed, short, even more so than she was - Raebeli finally caught the burdened gait and leaned over a bit as if edging her face any closer would grant her the ability to see write through the girl's clothing. Obviously failing this, the peppy little journeywoman hopped off of her seat on the table and approached Jazheera, her pet still stubbornly anchored on his spot, even as he was jostled around by her propensity for talking with her hands. With one hand shooting up to frame her cheek, Rae stopped in front of the blue rider, Dhavalth's, bonded to the one with all the rhymes, as she was so informed by her own green. With genuine concern the woman twittered out, "Oh dear! Hurt your leg?"

She took a quick scan of the infirmary, but didn't find another free hand in sight. The road to being a journeyman definitely required her to know more than just how to fix people's emotions, but the more physical maladies that humans walked in with were always ones that Raebeli referred out to others, if only to avoid stepping on other people's toes. Specialists were picky about their fields after all, and when in doubt it was always best to defer to their better judgment. The nature of healing however didn't afford this luxury all the time though, and when called upon, all the staff of the infirmary needed to know the ins and outs of first aid. So brimming with a smile, the healer bounced over towards a cot, offering it to the woman to sit on, "Sit, sit, no need to be aggravating any injuries.... now, what exactly happened?"

[Ember]

Jazheera tensed a little at the sight of the avian on Raebelli's shoulder. Not one of the razorclaws considering it was far larger than any of them but certainly a bird of prey all the same. After hearing stories about 'mandyrs being eaten by razorclaws Jazz simply did not trust predatory avians any more. She'd pulled Tod out of her breast band discreetly to help soothe the upset little green but she'd ended up tucking her back into her shirt when the Healer started approaching. She had nearly lost Tod once already to the disease that swept through the weyr. She didn't want to lose her to a greedy-beak bird after all that.

Jazz had no problem with avian owners, however, and smiled weakly at Raebelli when she approached. She didn't really recognize the woman. They clearly didn't move in the same circles and contrary to what some may believe Jazz didn't frequent the infirmary because she was smart about being reckless. If that made any sense at all (Dhavalth assured her it didn't and that she just happened to have a lot of luck). "'fraid so, ma'am," Jazz responded with a fair amount of contrition. She didn't like infirmaries all that much and she didn't like taking Healer time away from more important patients.

Jazz nearly quirked a brow at Raebelli's glance around the infirmary. Had she managed to snag the attention of an apprentice? No...she had Journeyman's knots. Odd. Either way when she was offered a seat on a cot she gladly took it with a little sigh of relief when the burning pain in her ankle was relieved some by the lack of pressure on it. "I...well I was pretty much running around the jungle acting like a loon and landed on it wrong. I'd been running up the side of a try to flip off it and...well, I got the flip part right but my ankle didn't take too kindly to the landing?" She explained in one great big rush to save some of the embarrassment from setting in.

[Lotty]

If nothing else, Raebeli was usually aware of the little non verbal cues people made and she was alert to the slight pause that came when her pet was spotted. Probably for good reason too, Cap'n was rather large even if he insisted on perching on her like a little firelizard. Not to mention he had talons every bit as wicked as a razorclaw's... and then that beak. Yeah, he received a lot of mixed reviews. About the only thing that stayed consistent in most people's assessments was that he was a handsome creature, and such a compliment was good enough for her. Regardless of Jazheera's own thoughts, the mindhealer carefully handled the bird with a few solid nudges, transferring him to her hand and to a bed post on which he could perch for a while. Good to keep him out of the way if nothing else.

Back to her patient though! Keeping an ear open for the tale of her unfortunate incident, Raebeli began scooting around the infirmary, digging through cabinets for a cloth wrap and a nice herbal ointment that the girl suspected that the parkour master here probably had... or at least would be developing rather soon. Grabbing for a compress of St. John's Wort, the healer found her blue eyes drifting over her shoulder in a bit of surprise and frankly amusement, "Running around the jungle like a loon? What for? And flipping off trees? My, my, my, where did you even get the idea?" She wasn't judging. No, it wasn't very much her business to tell people what to do in their free time, but as her curiosity demanded, she simply wanted to know why.

Slipping over and setting her supplies down on a tray next to her, the healer took a seat on a short stool, and gently urged Jazheera to prop her foot up for her, "Can you lift your leg up so I can take a look at it? I don't want to try and grab your leg if I don't have to..." after all, she didn't want to cause any more pain on accident. Before she could manage to get a peek on the area though, she found herself rambling again, talking about this, that, and the other as was typical for her, "I guess, worse things could happen running around in the jungle, though twisted ankles do hurt a ton... you could have ran into some needlethorn and I could be plucking those out of your skin... you know if you don't catch every single little splinter that gets in, that it can get in your bloodstream and go all the way to your heart!"