Post by kysseh on Sept 3, 2008 22:37:36 GMT -5
Savitri had felt Mutasim pressing back against her, and had it been any other male in a different situation, she would have been mightily offended. Her breasts had been smashed between their bodies, his firm muscle flush up against her much softer curves. She was not a completely made of flab, but she lacked the strong musculature that he so evidently displayed. She did not mind him seeking her now, though. He needed it, and it was not an unpleasant sensation. An unfamiliar one, surely, but she allowed him to press closer with no protest. Even when her arms were seized, she did not react. She had offered, after all.
She was surprised at how quickly he released her as soon as Dohulth landed, though, and she would have been offended were he not acting so oddly out of character. She wanted to voice her suspicions, but it was not the opportune time. She faintly saw his lips move in the darkness, and then he finally accepted her help and got down to the ground. She flicked her gaze to K'von, who was watching them from on Dohulth's neck. The brownrider looked as though he were to get down, but Savitri shook her head once, quickly. No, she could take it from here. "Thank you, K'von," she said quietly as she used both hands to steady her injured friend.
Then Mutasim moved toward Dohulth, and the brown crooned softly and tilted his head to indicate that he had heard the offered words. He repeated them to K'von, earning a nod and a faint flicker of a smile from the rider, just barely visible in the settling darkness. "You're welcome," he said simply to both young ones before waiting patiently for Savitri to renew her grip on Mutasim. The goldweyrling pulled Mutasim closer to herself and aided him inside, half-carrying him and puffing slightly with the effort. Once they neared the door, Dohulth took to the air again. Savitri could quite easily handle getting herself back to the weyrling barracks... when she finally did. She was loathe to leave Mutasim so soon.
It took work to maneuver him up the stairs, and she was winded by the time she managed to half-drag, half-carry him to his bunk. She was more careful in settling him there, carefully swinging his legs up onto the bed and settling a few pillows beneath the wounded foot to prop it up. "Keep it propped up as much as you can," she murmured to him, glad he was on a bottom bunk. He also did not appear to have a bunkmate asleep above him, which was an added benefit. No one had stopped them on the way in, though anyone seeing the determined and worried expression on her face would probably have quickly gotten out of the way. She had that effect on people at times.
She set her bag down and rustled through it, calmly stashing the weapons beneath his cot. He could retrieve them later. She was gleeful upon spying the tiny container that she sought, and she opened it and put it to his mouth. "Go ahead. It's fellis. I guarantee you won't feel anything until the morning. Just a few sips will do," she said, refusing to pull it away until he complied. Her other hand busily worked at fussing the pillows around him. She wanted to ask about his behavior, ask who had so hurt him. He was too fragile now, though. Her curiosity and insatiable need to beat to pieces the offending man would have to wait. His welfare took precedence, and she sat very carefully on the edge of his cot. "I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay?"
She was surprised at how quickly he released her as soon as Dohulth landed, though, and she would have been offended were he not acting so oddly out of character. She wanted to voice her suspicions, but it was not the opportune time. She faintly saw his lips move in the darkness, and then he finally accepted her help and got down to the ground. She flicked her gaze to K'von, who was watching them from on Dohulth's neck. The brownrider looked as though he were to get down, but Savitri shook her head once, quickly. No, she could take it from here. "Thank you, K'von," she said quietly as she used both hands to steady her injured friend.
Then Mutasim moved toward Dohulth, and the brown crooned softly and tilted his head to indicate that he had heard the offered words. He repeated them to K'von, earning a nod and a faint flicker of a smile from the rider, just barely visible in the settling darkness. "You're welcome," he said simply to both young ones before waiting patiently for Savitri to renew her grip on Mutasim. The goldweyrling pulled Mutasim closer to herself and aided him inside, half-carrying him and puffing slightly with the effort. Once they neared the door, Dohulth took to the air again. Savitri could quite easily handle getting herself back to the weyrling barracks... when she finally did. She was loathe to leave Mutasim so soon.
It took work to maneuver him up the stairs, and she was winded by the time she managed to half-drag, half-carry him to his bunk. She was more careful in settling him there, carefully swinging his legs up onto the bed and settling a few pillows beneath the wounded foot to prop it up. "Keep it propped up as much as you can," she murmured to him, glad he was on a bottom bunk. He also did not appear to have a bunkmate asleep above him, which was an added benefit. No one had stopped them on the way in, though anyone seeing the determined and worried expression on her face would probably have quickly gotten out of the way. She had that effect on people at times.
She set her bag down and rustled through it, calmly stashing the weapons beneath his cot. He could retrieve them later. She was gleeful upon spying the tiny container that she sought, and she opened it and put it to his mouth. "Go ahead. It's fellis. I guarantee you won't feel anything until the morning. Just a few sips will do," she said, refusing to pull it away until he complied. Her other hand busily worked at fussing the pillows around him. She wanted to ask about his behavior, ask who had so hurt him. He was too fragile now, though. Her curiosity and insatiable need to beat to pieces the offending man would have to wait. His welfare took precedence, and she sat very carefully on the edge of his cot. "I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay?"