Burn Away the Taint {Tags Healers}

[binker]

Pepsi /hated/ feline wounds. They almost always caused infection, they loved to scar, and they usually tended to be big wounds. Sure, claw marks were better than a bite, but... They weren't good by any means. At first, it had seemed to be alright; the Weyr was a cleaner place than the jungle, less chances for infection. But then those 'healers' had started bugging him.

From then on out, he roamed around the Weyr, finally going back to the jungle for most of the day to avoid the people with their funny smelling goo and nasty drinks. However, the worst had happened, slowly but surely... Infection had set in.

The wildling scowled at the angry red skin on his arm, carefully prodding the scabbed wounds. He ignored the slight twinge of pain, nose wrinkling as the scab cracked open. Ugh... Pus. He lowered his arm to tend to the little fire he had blazing, turning the handle of the blade he had thrust in to the flames. He needed it nice and hot... He wouldn't enjoy having to try this again because he hadn't been patient while it heated.

He waited for a few more moments before he took the thick stick he had at his side, fitting it between his teeth as he glanced at his arm. He couldn't have an infection... He couldn't risk sickness. The sick faltered, grew weak. A weak predator caught nothing, and died. He would not die...

He raised the glowing-red metal in his good hand, holding it steady despite the knowledge of the pain that was coming. There was no fear, no uncertainty; this needed to be done before the infection got worse. So after a moment, he brought the blade down firmly on to the first of the welts. Immediately there was pain, but he refused to let go as the loud hiss of flesh sizzling rose in the air, followed by the scent of charred flesh. As he pulled the weapon away some pieces of skin stuck to it, but he ignored it as he tossed the blade back in to the fire, holding back a whimper. One mark down... Three to go.

[dragon]

There was a series of swift footfalls from behind Pepsi, and Cloar appeared as if out of nowhere. After all the time he spend in the forest, he was getting good at moving silently through it. And after seeing Pepsi slinking off, he'd been suspicious and had followed him.

Now that he knew what was going down, he interfered. He ran up, and kicked the fire hard with his thick leather boot. The knife went sailing, as Cloar pounded the fire into submission. "What is wrong with you?!" He demanded of the smaller lad. "There are better ways to deal with that!" He snapped, before retreiving the knife before it started a fire. He carefully did not touch the blade, as he picked it up.

Walking back over to where Pepsi sat, he grabbed the weak-kneed lad by his collar and physically hauled him to his feet. "Come on, let's go." He said. He dragged Pepsi back to the weyr, snorting out the scent of burnt flesh from his nostrils. He didn't let Pepsi argue about it at all ... and he had Pepsi's knife, so he had no fear of getting stabbed by the manical kid.

As soon as he reached the place, Cloar shoved the door to the infirmary open, and dragged Pepsi in and ditching him into a bed. "Hello?!" He called, hoping there was a healer nearby.

[Rei]

Vega crooned happily as he circled around His. She had finally decided to go walking again. That made the flit happy. Raylin looked up at her pale flitter and smiled he had been in a slump lately and it was nice to see his eyes blue and green again. As he lightly landed on her shoulder she stroked his tiny ridges electing a pleased hum from her little pet. The candidate smiled and continued her walk pausing as a strange scent accosted her nostrils. Was that smoke? Yes smoke but something else too. It smelled like flesh. Yes defiantly flesh. The air had smelled like that when her father branded the yearling runners.

Vega hissed his eyes now showing twinges of yellow. He left Raylin’s shoulder but stayed close as she followed the scent. Who could be branding what out in the jungle? As she left the path and pushed her way through the undergrowth her mind whirled with impossibilities. Stepping to the clearing and detangling herself from a particularly thorny plant she came face to face with none other than the wild boy again.

Faranth! What was he doing? Her eyes widened in shock and her voice betrayed the horror she felt as Vega glided shrieking to a nearby tree. “Pepsi! Shards stop that! What in heaven’s name do you think you’re doing?” Thankfully Cloar had gotten there ahead of her and was now proceeding to drag the struggling wild boy back to the Weyr. She followed in case the healers needed any help. For Faranth’s sake they might have to sedate him.

[nightingale]

Saeo had been getting quite accustomed to the quiet of the infirmary as of late. It was a lot like the quiet of the records room or the library back at Selenitas Hold, but without that lovely old knowledge smell. Here was a far less appealing mix of sweat, numbweed and other things she dared not picture nor dream up a name for.
And there were no fire lizards either...well that was disapointing.
She had been hoping the young healer Zesa looked to would be about so she could find out a little more about fire lizard breeding (the records room held precious little information that wasn't 'coloured so-and-so impressed to whats-his-name on X date') But it would seem that either the shifts had just been changed or-

And then all of a sudden that lovely quiet she had been savouring was broken as three very familiar faces stormed their way into the infirmary. What on earth were they up to?

"They've stepped out for a moment."

She informed Cloar as he called for a healer, eyebrows arching upward in concern as she looked away from him, over to the boy he had gracelessly deposited on a nearby cot. Pepsi had become a five letter word for trouble since his arrival at the weyr, and so she wasn't really suprised that he was in the infirmary yet again -well, she assumed he was the one hurt this time at least. She turned to Raylin, whom she could always count on to be the voice of reason in their group.

"What's he done now? Don't tell me he tried to hit T'rid again."

[Rei]

Raylin gave an exasperated snort. “No this time he wasn’t stupid enough to attack a bronze rider. Instead he was burning himself with the heated metal of a blade. Trying to cauterize wounds I guess.” She shrugged and gave Pepsi a searching gaze before continuing in a less harsh tone. “Cloar got there before me and was able to stop him.” She turned away from Saeo and strode over to the cot where the wildling was sitting, at least for the moment.

“Faranth Pepsi don’t you think? The healers are better equipped to treat your wounds. They can do it almost painlessly too. Do you understand?” She spoke to him as she might speak to one of her little brothers with a soft yet authoritative tone. Like it or not she was becoming rather fond of him. He had to be looked after just like a child. Too bad he wasn’t as innocent as one “Won’t you let them help you?” She queried giving the lad a searching look. One of these days he was going to have to accept civilization whether he liked it or not.

Vega winged into the infirmary and landed upon a cabinet fluttering his wings his eyes whirling an anxious yellow. His was far far too close to that wildling! The loud one and the big one where here though. They would not let his get hurt. His eyes stopped whirling as fast but the yellow color remained.

[Avu]

"Are you sharding crazy?"

She was irritated. Obviously so, too, for the bluewherling's usual shyness around men was completely gone. (Besides, she'd fixed the wounds inflicted on Cloar by a salamandyr not too long ago. Hard to be afraid of him if a 'mandyr could get away with that level of damage.) Meira hadn't really meant to come to the Infirmary - really, she sholdn't be out at all, she realized with a slight ruefulness, considering it was daytime, but the healer hadn't been able to sleep and had, thus, brought Zesa out to take a walk by the river. The peaceful serenity had been completely shattered when two people had dragged a third out of the forest and straight to the Infirmary, and though there were undoubtedly healers on duty, she'd been curious as to why this third person, Pepsi, had elicited the hiss that he had out of her usually sweet-tempered Zesa.

Now, Meira was positively glaring at Pepsi, Zesa echoing her distress with soft hisses, the sibilant sound barely audible as the queen flared her wings at Pepsi, poised at the doorframe of the Infirmary. "What do you think the purpose of an Infirmary is, if not to heal you? And yet you go cauterize your wounds!" The flicker of images that Zesa provided her was the only thing that left off the end of the sentence: like a savage. Because, well, he was rather like a savage, living out in the jungle by himself for some length of time before a greenrider and a brownrider, along with Saeo, had apparently picked him up and brought him to the Weyr. Why, she thought morosely, had they done that, now, if he was so determined to survive on his own without help? (She was in a rather bad mood by now, considering the lack of sleep and the fact that the wounds that spoke all too clearly of an encounter with a feline was, apparently, untreated.)

"Stay there," she ordered Pepsi, pointing at the bed on which Cloar had so unceremoniously dropped him. "Dragon's tongue, numbweed and redwort, mosstea. Allergic to any of them? And," she added, testily, as Zesa peeped her anxiety, "If you try to struggle, I'll just dose you with fellis." She would, too, no questions asked. Meira had yet to encounter anybody allergic to fellis (given that they weren't overdosed). "Dragon's tongue to help the burn, a mixure of numbweed and redwort to stop the pain and the infection, mosstea to pack the wound and stop the infection as well. Fellis," she added sweetly, "To take away the pain and make you too sleepy to do fight the treatment. I'll have to wrap it, too, and if you rip it off and get infected again, you'd better hope there's another healer on duty, because I am not going to do this twice because of sheer stupidity." Though she would, but he didn't need to know that if it encouraged him to keep the cast on.

Meira pulled one of the cabinets open, nudging some things aside before she found the solution of numbweed and redwort...mosstea...the dragon's tongue wouldn't be freshly harvested, but it would have to do. Frowning slightly, she glanced at the other Candidates that had either already been at the Infirmary or had dragged Pepsi there. Saeo, Raylin, and Cloar. They seemed to be at the Infirmary an awful lot, didn't they, always together? "Who found him? And where? And, come to that, do any of you know how he got those wounds to begin with?" She absently rinsed her own hands in the redwort solution, finished, dried them. "Oh, and Zesa, you'll have to get off," she added. The queen silently dropped from her shoulder into flight, gliding to a nearby bedpost and watching, eyes flashing as she folded her brilliantly colored wings against her body again.

[binker]

Pepsi could only blame the pain for his ignorance on Cloar's approach; usually he was able to hear even a feline in the undergrowth, but not today. Still, he struggled as the other dragged him, irate at the sudden presences around him, talking and yelling... He wasn't used to too much conversation at one time, and raised voices meant anger. Anger typically meant pain.

He sat on the cot, looking around at everyone warily, outrage and mutiny written on his face. He didn't need /help/; he was fine! He had been taking care of the wounds, hadn't he? He glanced at his burnt arm, licking carefully around the seared skin where there was still pain. Best to let them all rage at him, hit him, and leave him alone... The wildling certainly didn't want to listen to them.

Still he brought his gaze up as Raylin came closer, instinctively baring his teeth as he stared at her, eyes cast in a feral glance that was unusual and rather upsetting on a human face. He scooted a bit away from her, wanting his space when he was injured so that, should she attack, he would have more reaction time. Absently his fevered mind whispered that she wouldn't hit him, but it was soundly beaten by the part of him he depended on for survival, the beast that let him live without all these human ideals in his way.

"Not need help! Was doing fine!" He stared pointedly at his knife, still held by Cloar, then back at Raylin with a look of pride. "Am not scared of pain!" Even wearing a shirt and pants there were more scars revealed than many people experienced in their whole life. To a trained eye, it was apparent that most of them were inflicted by animals, particularly felines; the rest were burns, probably caused by the same method he had just been practicing.

He sniffed, curling in on himself as he eyed Meira. He didn't trust this angry yelling girl and her little firelizard; it was that firelizard's fault that he was here at all, and had to worry about all this! He hissed back at Zesa as he looked around, finally setting his eyes back on Meira. "Not know bad smelling plants! Not eat them!" His fever was eliminating the few rational, human pieces he had built up, and he snarled at Meira, skittering to put the cot between them as she doused her hands in... Something that didn't look too good to him.

He was wound up tightly, and all it too was Zesa's flight to make him snap. He leaped off the cot, heading for the door in a flash. He would escape, hide out and finish his doctoring and let it heal before he came back. He could come back here for food perhaps, if the others didn't blab and get the whole Weyr searching for him. He was sure he could outrun the four, even though he was weakened a bit by his fever; they were weak, they didn't know /anything/!

[dragon]

Cloar was faster than he looked, for his size. He snatched Pepsi right up off his feet as he went dashing past, and popped him over the top of the head. Not hard enough to knock him out, but hard enough to maybe make his ears ring and definitely get his attention. He wasn't the sort to go around roughing people up, after all. He also flung Pepsi's knife away from himself, letting it clatter to the floor and slide harmlessly away from them. The last thing he wanted was for Pepsi to somehow wrest it from him, and then stick him with it. Cloar wasn't stupid. He also knew that Pepsi was stronger than he looked.

Thick arms locked around the smaller lad, Cloar toted him back to the cot, and dropped him on it again, this time holding him down. "Stay." He ordered, sternly, locking his gaze on Pepsi's eyes. He knew the lad knew that word. But ... there didn't look to be a whole lot of rational thought going on in that skull at the moment.

"You might want to get that fellis quick, miss. I may not be able to stop him long." Cloar advised, knowing that even though he was considerably bigger than Pepsi, the lad had a strength that few would think. And even Cloar's blacksmithing muscles would be hard pressed to hang onto him long.

"He was scratched by a wild feline a while back ... he killed it with a knife. I thought he'd had it looked at then. I didn't ensure that he had ... I don't tend to babysit everyone I come across." Cloar explained. "When I saw him headed out into the woods earlier today, I followed. Just on a hunch. And I found him doing that." He nodded at the burnt wound. "So I did something about it."

[nightingale]

"Good Greens, that was over a tenday ago!"

Saeo murmured, a rare undertone of concern edging it's way into her voice. She didn't know much about infections, save for the fact that the longer they went untreated, the harder they were to get rid of, and the more dangerous they were. They had been attacked...twelve days ago...shards, the idiot might be in a lot of touble.

"It's not your fault Cloar. None of us bothered to make sure that he actually stayed in the infirmary when we dropped him off."

She murmured, feeling guilt stab sharply into her chest as she moved to gather up the knife that had been sent skidding across the infirmary floor. If she had just...but what could she have done anyway? She didn't know what Neikolai did to keep the boy in line, but Cloar could only manage it through the use of brute force. She slipped the knife into a nearby drawer where it couldn't be snatched up.

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

She asked Meira, trying not to wring her hands nervously as she turned to look at her. She felt good an ready to be judged for recklessly allowing Pepsi to go off and stab a hot knife into his wounds, if only in ment she could help make things right again

[binker]

Cloar was right, the poor lad; as soon as he was grabbed, Pepsi recognized a threat. The hit to his head didn't seem to calm him, but make him more frantic to escape, blue eyes mirroring that of a wounded, cornered animal as he began to thrash, howling his rage in a fierce shrieking scream.

He didn't even register Cloar pinning him to the cot, body bucking and twisting in frenzied desperation. Heat was rolling off of him in waves, showing his fever was no small matter. His mind automatically flashed back to memories of when he had been pinned like this, watching the shelter that had been his home for turns was burnt down, and the stabbing pain in his gut-

"NO!" It was a desperate cry, his thrashing seeming to, somehow, grow even worse. He didn't want to be helpless, was scared witless at the idea of being unable to defend himself at all. Asleep and unable to wake up despite what they did to him... His fright was obvious now, the wildling nearly hyperventilating as he thrashed about the cot. In a last ditch attempt to make the other let go he reared his head up, teeth clamping down on the exposed side of Cloar's neck, easily piercing skin. Usually he was more unwilling to hurt others, but right now he was simply thinking about /escape/.

[Rei]

Raylin watched as Meira approached. Good a healer was present and from experience the candidate was sure that she was more than capable. She smiled before turning back to the wild boy. “I am sure you are not afraid of pain sweetheart. But won’t you let them help you? You will feel so much better.” She spoke in a soothing tone trying to calm the wild boy down. Perhaps all he needed was a bit of kindness. She soon realized that he wasn’t listening as a look of fear came into his eyes. What was he scared of Meira? It appeared so. The poor thing was so distrustful of, well everything.

Raylin took a few steps back as all hell broke loose in the infirmary. Pepsi had tried to make a break for it and Cloar had grabbed him up and struck him rather roughly. She was dimly aware of Saeo mentioning something about their eventful trip into the jungle but she was quickly drowned out by Cloar’s shouting and Pespi’s agonized cries. The boy reminded her of a frightened runner. Any physical roughness tended to send them into hysterics and perhaps shock.

The dark haired girl ignored the thrashing boy and strode to the pair just as Pepsi sunk his teeth into Cloar’s neck. She flinched for Cloar’s benefit and softly grabbed Pepsi by the shoulders being careful not to use any restraining pressure. “Stop it’s ok no one is going to hurt you. I promise. I won’t even let them touch you if you don’t want them to. Just calm down ok?” She spoke over the chaos but managed to keep her voice level if a bit loud. “Look at me Pepsi it is ok. No one will hurt you.” She focused her eyes on his willing him to calm himself. This kind of thing usually worked on hysterical animals would it work on him? She laid her cool hand on his forehead. “Relax.”

Vega gave a chirp and landed on Pepsi’s shoulder where he began to flood the boy’s mind with calming feelings. His needed help was he doing good? Raylin was momentarily surprised by her flitter’s appearance but disguised the fact quickly. She didn’t want the boy to get missed signals. Instead she barely nodded to the flitter who gave a pleased hum in return. The pale flitters eyes started to return to neutral green. His was calm so he should be to.

Raylin continued to stare at the wild boy. What happened now was up to him. At the very least perhaps she had bought Meira enough time to prepare the fellis if it came to force. She desperately hoped they wouldn’t have to resort to that.

[Avu]

...had he licked his burned arm? What did he do, watch felines and mimic them in his spare time? Meira frowned disapprovingly at his clearly feral motions, the broken speech, though underlaying her irritation was the usual pity. Shard her conscience...wait, what? Eat the plants? She hadn't been intending to make him eat the plants at all. She had been planning to just make sure there wasn't any infection, help the burn, pack it all with mosstea and make sure he came to get it checked if anything started to happen. Had she mentioned force-feeding him vegetation? No, she hadn't. The healer opened her mouth to snap something at him. Had the words been given time to come out, they probably would have been something along the lines of, The more you struggle, the more you'll bring on yourself, in a much harsher phrasing, but as it was, nothing came out but a surprised squeak.

Meira had time only to take a step forward before Pepsi was grabbed by the other Candidate, Cloar, and deposited back on the bed again after a sharp rap over the head. That had been rather uncalled for, hadn't it now? She frowned, disapproval flashing through her eyes, though the irritation faded to sharp alarm at the two Candidates' comments on the time frame. A while back? Over a tenday ago? If he'd felt the need to cauterize it...shells, did they know how bad the infection would be?! And he still couldn't just suck it up and come to the Infirmary? Was the pain of burning so badly really less to dread than a few herbs and douses? It never even hurt! Numbweed always took away the sting, and if he smelled a little funny - well, nobody else - nobody sane - had ever complained. At this point, for Pepsi, it was really either smell funny or die.

"Help...?" The word stuck distractedly in her throat as she wrung her wrists, glancing at the scanty supplies she'd gotten. Yes...those would stay...and she'd need some - the thought broke off abruptly as Pepsi, who had already been writhing, lunged up and bit Cloar - on the neck. Her surprise turned to cold horror and she hissed softly through her teeth, shaking her head. "If he's this unwilling, I swear we'll have to tie him down..." Fellis couldn't be administered through anything but drinking, and at this point, Meira didn't think that the kid would drink anything they gave him. And besides, what would the dosage be? Five drops, to knock him out for twelve hours? Two, to ease the pain that was undoubtedly there, to give him an intoxicated feeling? That might work...five definitely wouldn't; if he did have a fever, he'd have to eat the herbs (what a terrifying thought, Meira thought sardonically).

Meira returned her gaze warily to Pepsi even as she pulled out a small vial of fellis, absently filling a cup with clean water and tipping the fellis into it and mixing it as she flicked a quick glance at the struggle, and spoke, trying to keep her voice level despite the surprisingly strong desire to whack Pepsi. "Raylin, can you tell if he's got a fever? Twelve days is plenty of time for the infection to...shells, did he break skin?" She swallowed as her eyes slid from Pepsi to Cloar, but...frankly, Pepsi was probably in more danger. "Look, if I give you the herbs and tell you what to do, can you treat yourself? I have a feeling it'll take awhile to treat him." Only then did she finally turn to Pepsi, hesitating. Raylin seemed to be trying to calm him...she sighed wearily, rubbing her eyes. If only she could foist off the job on someone who should be doing it. It wasn't her shift. Shells, it wasn't even usually a time she was awake. Where were the other Healers that they couldn't hear the ruckus?

The Healer hesitated, uncertaintly flickering through her eyes. She wasn't used to treating animals, and frankly, she had no desire to. Dragonhealing lessons she was taking, yes, but frankly, dragons were a lot more reasonable than panicked felines were - at least dragons fully understood what you said to them, and there was never the need to wrestle them to the ground (thank Faranth). Closing her eyes and taking a breath, she ran one hand through her hair. "Um, okay. What's his name, Pepsi?" Yes, Raylin had used it....

"Look, Pepsi, I don't know how much you know about healing, or infections or fevers, but you don't need to know much..." Her eyes opened and she deliberately tried to catch his gaze. "You will die if you don't let me treat you. Do you understand? You'll die." His broken speech was making her wonder just how much he understood, but...frankly, as long as she got her point across, she could care less about how well he spoke. "This won't hurt. You can stay awake, you can watch exactly what I do. I'll explain each step...you said you were brave, Pepsi - prove it!" The last words were a challenge - something Meira wouldn't usually use, but frankly, her temper and the way Pepsi was going on about resisting pain and yet thrashing like they were about to perform surgery on him...perhaps he just needed a challenge.

[dragon]

Things weren't going very well ... not well at all. The muscles in Cloar's shoulders and arms bunched and rolled, straining to hold Pepsi down on the cot. Shards, he was strong! And thrashing like that ... Cloar was pretty sure he was going to be shy a few teeth by the time this was overwith. Which wasn't going to be nice. Not at all.

And then a flash of movement, and Pepsi lunged at him. Cloar jerked back reflexively. But when trying to hold someone down, there was only so far one could go. And Cloar had been expecting a head-butt. Not ... getting himself bitten!

Whe Pepsi's teeth sank into the abundant meat of Cloar's neck, the blacksmith candidate let out a loud yell, before cursing so colorfully that most of the people in the room had no idea what in the world it was he was saying. Cloar's right hand released Pepsi's shoulder, to clamp on Pepsi's throat, while his left closed like a vise on Pepsi's jaw and squeezed.

It was a good thing that Cloar had quite a bit of meat on his neck, or that bite just might have chopped right through his jagular vein! But it still hurt like all dragonfires, and was bleeding like make to boot. Cloar kept applying pressure to the lad, trying to get him to let go. He didn't even try to rip the boy off his neck ... if he did that, even more damage would be done, and Cloar might well die from it. Dieing was most certainly not in Cloar's plans.

Either the pain in Pepsi's jaw would make the lad let go, of the lack of blood getting through his neck to his brain would knock him out, thus releasing Cloar. Either way, Cloar intended to be free in a very short order. It would only take three seconds for a person to go out cold with no bloodflow to thier head, this Cloar knew well from unfortunate experience. And going out that way always got a massive headache upon wakening, too.

"Let me go, you little feind!" Cloar rumbled, pupils dialated from the pain he was experiencing himself. And he could feel the warm tackiness of his own blood soaking his shirt, not to mention see it dripping all over Pepsi ... if he didn't get free soon and get that closed up, he was going to pass out, himself, from lack of blood.

[binker]

Pepsi jerked at Raylin's touch, growling through Cloar's neck in rabid ferocity as she spoke. But...She said no one would touch him if he didn't want it... Was she lying? Still, Vega's soothing projections made him calm down a bit, even to the point where he thought about releasing Cloar...

But the hand wrapped around his throat and the pressure on his jaw quickly ruined the fragile serenity, and coupled with Cloar's shouting... Pepsi reacted negatively, thrashing his head in attempts to get away from the strong hands, probably tearing the wound larger before he released the other to thrash about with a gurgled cry of panic. His vision was beginning to blur, darkening in dangerous warning, and he struggled again, though the actions were sluggish.

Finally the lack of blood to his brain managed exactly what Cloar wanted; Pepsi stilled, eyes rolling in to the back of his head as he collapsed bonelessly. Definitely not a good thing...

{Bah. Short. x.x}

[nightingale]

(( Because you guys decided to skip my turn, I'm sure our lovely Dragon won't mind me assuming that Cloar will let go of his vampire now that he's unconscious! :3 ))


The adrenaline pounding behind Saeo's eyes made it almost impossible to think coherently, but she knew that at some point she must have made the decision to move -why else would she be latched onto Cloar's arm?

"LET GO! LET GO YOU'RE KILLING HIM!"

She snarled, making no attempt to fight back the tears of panic and anger that were now obscuring her vision and sending dark rivulets of charcoal down her cheeks. When he did let go, her first concern was was where all the blood on the sheets had come from. The question was answered in short order when she glanced up and saw the dark red liquid running down his neck and shoulder. Her stormy, tear filled eyes were unreadable as she quickly stripped off her vest, crumpled it into a rough wad of fabric and pressed it against the wound.

"Raylin, get him out of here."

She ordered breathlessly, refusing to make eye contact with the boy as she allowed her to take over staunching flow of blood from his neck.

"Take him to one of the far beds and get him to lay down -obviously these two can't be trusted within twenty feet of each other."

She tugged off her gloves -now dyed a sickening shade of crimson- and re-focused her attention toward making sure that Cloar hadn't succeeded in his attempt at choking the life out of Pepsi. Thankfully, it seemed that the boy was only unconscious -and she noticed as she shifted him into a less awkward position on the cot, very feverish.

"I'm sorry."

She murmured, mostly to Meira, though she would have been willing to offer the apology to any of the others if they'd asked. She didn't know what had gotten into Cloar -masculine stupidity, anger and pain could probably account for most of his flawed reasoning...but...shards...she had just never imagined that he could do such a thing...

"You're certainly not going to make many friends around here if you keep attacking them..."

She murmured, perching on the edge of the cot and brushing the wildling's hair out of his face. For all his feline-slaying, T'rid punching, Cloar-biting zeal she thought grimly, Pepsi was all but defenseless at Selenitas Weyr. Arrogance alone couldn't protect him from his fellow man when they were determined to break him.
Well...maybe she could...if she tried hard enough...