Post by Requiem on Dec 6, 2009 23:32:42 GMT -5
Xerxes simply nodded to Crystoph, faintly amused by how waterlogged and battered the older boy looked - now that it was clear he wasn't very hurt and everything would be fine. "Yeah. Well...I've worked in Selenitas all my life, so..." A mild shrug. "And they needed help during the plague. Most of the healers know me." Mention of the plague sparked sudden recognition. Was that where he'd seen Crystoph before? Xerxes was suddenly sure that's what it was, but he didn't speak up about it, not wanting to make the other candidate feel awkward or anything.
Pulling up a stool by Crystoph, Xerxes settled into the familiar routine of cleaning and dressing a wound, something anyone could do really after being shown once or twice. His hands were gentle, despite the callouses that the work of a drudge wrought. "It was hardly your doing. I chose to go out there. Not really intelligent either...I'm sure to get an earful. News travels fast." He offered a slight smile to Crystoph, before returning his eyes to his work. "But I don't have any mindmates, you see, so sending them to get help...I probably should go to a firelizard hatching or something. They can be useful. Maybe you should go, too, so if you get into a sticky spot again..."
Making conversation was something Xerxes was good at, and it tended to help when working in the infirmary. He tched quietly, removing a stone fragment with his fingers and shooting Crystoph an apologetic look. "You got your side pretty hard. I was worried about internal bleeding. It's turning all sorts of interesting colors. At least you'll have an interesting story to tell if anyone sees and asks about it." He was clearly talking about the scar, now, because it was doubtful it would heal up without a trace. "You should come with me to the kitchens after we finish up here, get something warm in you. Get fussed over by my mom, maybe some dry clothes. They'll have ice for you there, too."
Pulling up a stool by Crystoph, Xerxes settled into the familiar routine of cleaning and dressing a wound, something anyone could do really after being shown once or twice. His hands were gentle, despite the callouses that the work of a drudge wrought. "It was hardly your doing. I chose to go out there. Not really intelligent either...I'm sure to get an earful. News travels fast." He offered a slight smile to Crystoph, before returning his eyes to his work. "But I don't have any mindmates, you see, so sending them to get help...I probably should go to a firelizard hatching or something. They can be useful. Maybe you should go, too, so if you get into a sticky spot again..."
Making conversation was something Xerxes was good at, and it tended to help when working in the infirmary. He tched quietly, removing a stone fragment with his fingers and shooting Crystoph an apologetic look. "You got your side pretty hard. I was worried about internal bleeding. It's turning all sorts of interesting colors. At least you'll have an interesting story to tell if anyone sees and asks about it." He was clearly talking about the scar, now, because it was doubtful it would heal up without a trace. "You should come with me to the kitchens after we finish up here, get something warm in you. Get fussed over by my mom, maybe some dry clothes. They'll have ice for you there, too."