Coming Clean [23.12.1164] (See Notes)

[kendrall]

((OOC - While we're still waiting to finish up the rescue mission JP between myself, Sorra, Katlyn, and Mik, I've decided to get this next part of the story arc started.))

((Dramatis Personae: M'riel, M'cleod, Shayna, Swift, Seleti, Dienon, D'verado, R'bao, Eodira))

It was after midnight when six dragons returned to Izuko; four of them having departed earlier when there was still daylight. Four Riders and one Master Guard had undertaken a daring rescue mission to bring back one of their own, and now there were seven people total. But that would soon prove to be a moot point.

M'riel was in a foul mood, and for good reason. Not only did he find out that Swift had practically abandoned his station by leaving the Weyr without letting anyone know about it, but the young Bronzerider bore the same tattoo of an empty bowl on his wrist. The same mark had been discovered on the rest of the enemy whom held Seleti hostage, later identified as Dragonkillers. Mac had his reasons for not disclosing this information, but he was no longer the Weyrleader. M'riel was, and the future Rider issued his orders to his Weyrsecond: Haul Swift into the interrogation room, and extract every piece of knowledge he had about the clan he was once affiliated with. It was clear he was trying to infiltrate his own clan to rescue Seleti. But was his clan responsible for the poisoning of the waters at Igen? Whom were they allied with? What routes did they follow to move from Hold to Hold? Were they in league with the Holders, or were they a loose-knit bunch of common thieves whom simply preyed on the merchants and Traders? Mac, to his credit, tried to defend his fellow Rider, but M'riel would have none of it. "You deliberately withheld that information from me after I became Weyrleader, Mac," the future Rider accused his Weyrsecond. "I put you in charge of the rescue op, now it's your turn to question Swift. Rule thirty-eight: Your case, your lead. I want a full report on my desk in two days." He then turned to Shayna. "Weyrwoman, as Weyrleader, I hereby request that Bronze Rider Swift and his dragon Seminth be grounded. I'm charging him with abandonment of his station and duties, and I'm also charging him with treason. He bears a mark identical to the Raiders whom held Seleti hostage, and I have reason to believe it was the same raiding clan that may have been responsible for Igen. I'm also permanently reassigning Green Rider Seleti and her dragon Cheyneth to your Wing."

M'riel then looked at Dienon. "Master Guard Dienon." By addressing the man using his full rank, the Weyrleader let Dienon know this incident had now reached an official level. "Bronze Rider Swift is to be placed under heavy guard until further notice. He may join us in the Dining Cavern for meals, but otherwise is to have at least two guards with him at all times. He is also to be placed on light duty and tasked with extra chores."

To Swift, M'riel leaned in until he stood nose-to-nose with the younger man. "You're lucky we don't have a pillory, Swift, and we're not at High Reaches Hold in my time. I wouldn't think twice about putting you in the stocks for what you've done." He kept his voice low, but otherwise it was practically a growl. M'riel then took a few steps back, and signaled to Dienon and a few of the guards. "Get this man out of my sight," he practically shouted. "Take him to the interrogation room so Mac can question him. I need to see our WeyrHealer and have her take a look at my shoulder." It was obvious the Weyrleader was still in pain, but he did his best to block it from his mind long enough for him to issue his orders. "R'bao, D'verado, lemme lean on you two so I can make it to the Infirmary."

((TAG: Mac, Shayna, Swift, Seleti, R'bao, Dienon, D'verado, Eodira))

[sorra]

Shayna had been shocked by the sight when they had returned and was thankful that she had thought to leave Sanyara with her parents. She stood quietly and listened, her face paling a bit. Swift had been from that awful Raider clan? And M'cleod had known but no one else? She glanced at Seleti. The poor green rider must be furious. Shayna knew she would have been if it would have happened to her. She cringed at the tone of her mate's voice. He was certainly upset and he had every reason to be. This was not good at all.

The Weyrwoman nodded. "Of course. I will have Josiath inform Seminth of his grounding." She glanced at Seleti again and nodded. "That will be fine." She didn't have a problem having Seleti in her wing. The green rider was usually easy to get along with. Shayna decided that she was going to the infirmary with them. She wanted to make sure that her mate was alright.

[Katlyn]

((I'll get the parts that are done up by the weekend))

By the time they had landed, the headache that Seleti had had from her treatment while being held captive had grown quite bad. It was a good thing, perhaps, they had flown straight because by the time they landed, Sel could tell any image she would've given her green would have been very off. In the course of just a sevenday, it seemed, the weyr had become completely snow covered and white. Her green complained, never having dealt with snow before, but once her rider was off and the straps removed, she took to the herdbeast pens to get a long overdue meal. And that was all Seleti worried about until she heard M'riel shouting.

As angry as Seleti was with her mate for hiding his past from her, she couldn't understand why the weyrleader was locking him away. Obvious, from what she could tell, the Weyrleader didn't know the first thing about how those sorts of clans acted when one of their own went missing. It wasn't like Swift would possibly know anything of any use anymore, and she was beyond certain her bronze riding mate had no ties to that horrible clan anymore. He couldn't of, not he way he had treated the weyr since he had arrived at TriStar with her over four turns ago. Sure, his initial behaviour there might have been shady, but he had changed. She knew that for certain. What made her even angrier though was the obvious knowledge that Mac had known about Swift's previous loyalties and had kept them from her as well...in fact, she couldn't help but wonder how many people but her had known. Her, the girl who had brought the weyr's potential downfall right to its front doors.

No, she wouldn't argue with M'riel over his decisions in locking Swift away. He hadn't done anything wrong, as far as she was concerned, but considering arguing with the Weyrleader was what had gotten everyone into this mess to begin with, she figured the safest thing for her to do right now would be to keep her mouth shut. She only nodded when M'riel said that she was going to be reassigned to Shayna's wing permanently and watched in silence as R'bao and D'verado took M'riel to the infirmary and Mac and Dienon took Swift to whatever room they were going to take him to.

The men heading in their various directions meant that it was just Shayna and her left there, and she turned to the Weyrwoman. "I'm sorry," she said, voice quiet. "If it's ok...I think I want to go lay down now." In fact, the only thing she wanted to do was go lock herself away in her weyr. But she doubted she would get away from Shayna that fast. In fact, she expected a full chewing out before she was so much as even allowed to go to her weyr.

[Mik]

Once landed in the Bowl, M’cleod dismounted his brown Duncanth and sent the brown off to rest on his ledge, barren of the great golden beauty that was his last mate. “Folk don’ take kindly to seein’ a bronzerider’s rap sheet with dragonkiller mentioned in it,” he shot back irritably, having other words for M’riel, but choosing to hold his tongue on them. His rules, for one, were quite irritating, in his opinion. His leading of the Weyr was ridiculous, too, as the bronzerider’s worst thing in his time was a decimating Threadfall.

Upon M’riel’s instructions, he escorted Swift to a room in the Guard Barracks of the Weyr, one that was a bit set back from the others and ideal for confining unruly folk that need a bit firmer hand at times. The former Weyrleader was far from rude or hard on Swift, knowing that he had solved this issue during the other former Raider’s Weyrling days. “Have a seat, Swift,” M’cleod said, his tone apologetic of the current situation.
~~~

When Seminth landed and M’riel spoke his orders, Swift looked to Seleti in apology before dismounting his bronze. Seminth moved off toward the dark hunting grounds to watch his mate hunt and, should she ask it of him, he would hunt for her.

Swift met M’riel’s gaze with his wild green eyes, hardly intimidated by the older man. He said nothing, but gave the other bronzerider a characteristic smirk just for spite. The only person that had managed to intimidate him was D’verado due to his connection with Seleti and M’cleod because the former Raider was too good at reading him. He did not argue going with M’cleod on this stupid little interrogation. Sitting down after he was told, the bronzerider got as comfortable as he could, quite sore from his injuries, both mentally and physically, and everything that had just transpired.
~~~

Dienon had followed M’cleod and Swift to the room set apart for interrogation after M’riel’s instructions of keeping the bronzerider under guard for however long he chose. Really, the dusty room was hardly used, but in his opinion, injuries needed sorted out before anything else, but obviously in the future, no matter the injuries, interrogation was first on the list.
~~~

D’verado listened and watched the moments after landing in his usual silence until M’riel requested his aid and so stepped up next to his current Weyrleader and offered the man his shoulder while R’bao stepped to M’riel’s other side. They started for the infirmary shortly afterward. After helping M’riel to sit, D’verado’s hands began a quick summary of what Eodira needed to know before he stepped back and out of the way, ‘M’riel took an arrow to his shoulder while fighting Dragonkillers. He is the worst of all us.’
~~~

R’bao stepped up to M’riel and stayed close enough to be of support whenever the bronzerider might require it of him as the trio started their trek toward the infirmary, Mik being sent ahead to tell Eodira of their coming arrival. After helping M’riel sit after Eodira’s order, R’bao stepped back, already seeing the silent brownrider’s hands moving in his form of communication.
~~~

A pudgy brown firelizard buzzed about Leer’s head to wake the wild feline. An unpleasant growl escaped the huge feline at being woken from his slumber at his master’s doorstep, but the big feline gave the firelizard an annoyed, clawless swat before getting up and heading within the curtained doorway to nudge his master awake. Usually when something bothered him, there was strangers coming to the infirmary or his master would take care of the disturbance for him. Nudging the sleeping form on a mat on the floor, the big feline growled to wake her.

Eodira rolled to her back at the familiar nudge of her unusual pet. It was dark yet and she assumed quite late. A few moments later, her emergence from her room in a simple dress and a glance at the nearby candle told her it was about the middle of the night. Not seeing anything but a firelizard, she studied the creature closely before recognizing him. “Who’s comin’, Mik?” she inquired of the pudgy brown. After a brief image, she sighed and readied a cot and uncovered a few glows to light the way better for an injured Weyrleader and so, the MasterHealer was waiting for the trio when they arrived. “Sit, M’riel,” she said flatly, pointing at the waiting cot for him. “What do I need ta know?” she inquired, none too pleased that the bronzerider was injured. Catching D’verado’s hand signals, the former Raider studied them to get the information that she needed, then gave M’riel an almost amused look. “Took an arrow, eh? Can ya’ git the tunic off or am I cuttin’ it off?” she asked of the bronzerider seated upon the cot.

[Mik]

Kendrall:

M'riel heard Mac's words, but chose not to heed them. He had seen Swift's trademark smirk, and wanted to wipe it off with a powerful right hook. As much as the two former Raiders had issues with his way of handling things, M'riel expected Mac to follow through on the interrogation. D'verado and R'bao, thankfully, lent him their support, and by the time he was helped to a seat, the silent Rider started signing with his hands. The Weyrleader had no idea what was being communicated, but trusted D'verado to give the Weyrhealer a brief synopsis.

When Eodira gave him a spiteful I-can't-believe-what-you-did look, M'riel shrugged but immediately regretted it, wincing with pain. "Yes, I took an arrow for Seleti," he said. "And feel free to cut the tunic off. I can always get it replaced." He looked at R'bao and D'verado. "You two can take tomorrow off," he said. "Go get some rest. I think I'll be stuck here overnight anyway." M'riel then waited for Shayna to join him, to get her input on what had just happened.

~~~
Sorra:

Shayna was still in shock over what had happened. And also surprised that M'cleod hadn't let anyone else know about Swift's past. It would have made life a lot simpler. She scrubbed at her face. She didn't need this now. She wasn't feeling well as it was and now there were problems with her riders. Shards! Why was everything happening at once?

Once Shayna was sure that M'cleod was going to handle Swift she hurried to the infirmary. She wasn't sure how badly M'riel had been injured or what exactly had happened. Whatever it was it wasn't good. Shayna ran a frustrated hand through her hair before stepping into the infirmary. She walked over to where M'riel and the others were, but made sure to stay out of Eodira's way. The Master Healer knew much more about what to do then Shayna ever would.

[Mik]

Katlyn:

Seleti watched as everyone worked on getting M'riel to the infirmary, everyone except those few who had been told to take Swift to the interrogation room. Them, she watched with a slight glare to her mate's back. She still couldn't believe that he had kept that part of his life from her for so long. For all she knew, he could have done something to the Weyr. Her trust in the bronze rider was shaken, to say the least. But she looked from him back to the rest of the group going towards the infirmary. It seemed, at least for now, that she wasn't going to be of any concern, so she turned and left, heading back to their weyr...her weyr? Whichever. . . Once there, she took off the dirty old clothes and flopped on her bed, the aching of her head forcing her into a doze while her green filled up on meat.

((ooc: exit sel?))

[Mik]

((ooc: I forget….is the wound the whole way through or mostly the front or back or whatnot? Eodira has a good eye…))

Eodira nodded at M’riel’s words, producing a small set of shears from the drawer at the cot’s side. Cutting the tunic smoothly and quickly, she pulled the cloth away to see the wound that plagued the Weyrleader’s shoulder, studying his front and back of his shoulder. His wince from his shrug told her the wound was either deep or damaging to some muscle and/or ligament tissues. “Des said ya’ll run inta some Dragonkillers. They Swift’s Clan or some other Clan a Raiders?” the MasterHealer inquired as she set to work on cleaning the wound with a warm damp cloth. Yes, she had known of Swift’s history only because her son rarely withheld information that he learned from her. Between herself, her children, and a few crazy folk about the Weyr, the former Raider knew practically all that went on in the Weyr.

Glancing at nearing footsteps, Eodira gave the Weyrwoman a warm smile. “Ya’ aught ta be in bed, lassie,” she said good naturedly. “’Ere’s a seat right there,” she indicated with a motion of her arm and hand toward a chair nearby. The goldrider could do as she wished on where she would like to place it.
~~~

D’verado gave M’riel a nod of acknowledgement when he was told he would have the next day off. Actually, when caring for Weyrlings, one really never had a day off, but the brownrider would spend his day as he saw fit. The silent Rider lingered a short distance away to be sure that he would not be needed further before he would leave.
~~~

R’bao nodded to M’riel, glad for the dismissal. “Thanks, sir,” he said before giving D’verado a small smile and taking leave of the Infirmary. He would head back to his quiet weyr and lay in bed for a long while just staring at the stone ceiling and stroking his firelizard’s hide in wreckless thought about what had just occurred. He hardly liked being in M’riel’s company due to the heartbreak surrounding his Love, but now he had to move on somehow. Eventually, the bluerider drifted off in the wee marks of predawn.

[Mik]

Kendrall:
((I'm pretty sure the wound was mostly through the front...))

M'riel did his best to ignore the pain in his shoulder, but after the shrug and wince it was a clear sign that it was a bit more serious than originally thought. Eodira cut away the tunic, leaving him bare chested; and while she cleansed the wound she asked M'riel a question about the Dragonkillers. M'riel thought about it for a moment. "From what I can remember, they all bore the same identical mark. Even Swift. So, I'd say yes, they were all a part of the same clan. But there weren't very many, probably more of an advanced scouting party. How they found Seleti is beyond me, but I'm still trying to determine if they were just laying in wait for her or if they were looking for something and happened to stumble upon her."

D'verado nodded at M'riel, in acknowledgement of taking the next day off from his usual duties. R'bao, too, nodded at him then departed, presumably for his own weyr. The Weyrleader knew that the Searchrider was still trying to get over the loss of his former weyrmate and love; but now that Shayna was the Weyrwoman, and M'riel the new Weyrleader, he had invoked the ancient custom of her sharing the same bed with him and none other. What started out as mere custom was becoming more of a blossoming, true love between the two senior Riders, though it had its ups and downs.

He spared a glance at Shayna, hoping she would stay with him as it was unlikely he'd be returning to her weyr for maybe a day or two.
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Sorra:

Shayna watched quietly as Eodira expertly worked on patching up M'riel's wound. She still couldn't believe what they had learned and that Swift was part of the dragonkillers. Although looking back his actions made sense now. She glanced over as R'bao slipped out of the room. Shard it, why did things have to be so hard? "San and Ven are with Hya," she told the blue rider, hoping that having his children close would help him a bit.

The gold rider smiled at Eodira. "It's kind of hard to relax when you have to keep your eye on this one," she teased, nodding toward M'riel with a smile on her face. She did move the chair a bit closer though, but made sure she was still out of the way. Shayna sank down in the chair. She didn't know when he would be allowed to return to their weyr, so for now she was staying here.
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Mik:

“Yes, he’s a fun one ta keep a eye on,” Eodira agreed with Shayna with a soft chuckle, glad that the Weyrwoman was at least in a chair.

Turning to M’riel as she finished cleansing his shoulder, she began an answer to his somewhat unspoken questions, “Raiders got their own ways, laddie. Only kin can un’erstand ‘em. Tryin’ to explain to whatcha consider normal folk is always difficult, even Guardsmen like yerself.” Satisfied by the cleanse job, she moved to produce a jar from the drawer that the shears had come from and opened it to reveal a slightly mint and aloe scented concoction of hers. She continued as she returned to the Weyrleader and began to apply the salve which worked dually to numb the pain of a wound, but to also give it a cooling feel where flesh was quite irritated. “We translate things differently than others. Read silent actions easier ‘an most. An’ have sometimes unconditional ways at gettin’ what we’re after. If yer aggressive at us, we return the favor. If yer nice, we reciprocate. Dragonkillers’re trademarked by their tattoos: dragons disappearin’ into a empty Bowl. They’ve been around since before the Plague almost ten turns back now.”

She moved back to the drawer and found a cleanly wrapped spool of thread and a suture, returning back to M’riel while she continued to explain what she assumed her son had yet to explain clearly enough. Men: they just never did get along right off the bat. “Swift’s young an’ hotheaded an’ Impressed bronze to boot. He’s got more than you on ‘is hide for his connections. Des, there, watches ‘im closely ‘cause Seleti’s more of a lil’ sister to ‘im an’ of course, Mac’s got a close eye on ‘im since he’s seen the tattoo. Lemme know if ya’ feel anythin’ more ‘an tuggin’ while I’m at this,” the Masterhealer said as she began to stitch together what she safely could of M’riel’s damaged flesh.

“I do believe the little band of Dragonkillers were slowly scourin’ the islands as a possible location fer us. It won’t be long before we gotta guard the islands better, I’m sure.”
~~~

D’verado listened quietly to Eodira’s version of their kind, nodding when she mentioned himself as watching Swift closely, too.
~~~

Having briefly heard Shayna’s words in parting, R’bao didn’t go to Hya’s weyr since it was so late. He would spend time in the morning with his children.
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Kendrall:

M'riel blushed slightly at the off-handed comment Eodira made to Shayna, but listened nonetheless as the MasterHealer lent him some insight on how Raider clans functioned. It wasn't easy, she said, for Raiders to explain to someone outside of their clan about their ways. As she worked in a salve, the Weyrleader caught the faint fragrance of mint and aloe. It definitely had a cooling sensation to it, and he was glad that helped numb the pain. Eodira continued to talk. Raiders, she had said, viewed things differently when compared to others, had an uncanny ability to read silent actions, and were even sometimes unconventional in their means to get what they wanted. Raiders obviously weren't afraid to fight if provoked, but were willing to reciprocate kindness.

The tattoo she described, however, matched perfectly what M'riel and the others had seen on the wrists of the fallen Raiders and on Swift. "That's the same mark we saw on the advance party," he said quietly, watching Eodira move back to the drawer. She returned and started to close the wound with some thread. Swift was hotheaded, that much was for sure, and his Bronze was a perfect match. D'verado kept a close eye on the brash young Bronzerider, as did Mac. She briefly deviated from her spiel to ask if her stitching caused him any discomfort, and M'riel shook his head yet remained silent for the moment.

Eodira then suggested that the Dragonkillers were scouting the islands to see if that was where Mac had led the survivors. That was when M'riel spoke up.

"I put Mac in a position of trust because he knows everyone else better than I do. He's also brilliant when it comes to planning. Coming up with the plan on the fly the way he did to reach Seleti, that only reinforces my decision to have him as one of my Seconds. But if he and D'verado are keeping a close eye on Swift, then I'll trust their judgement. I'll also trust them to come to me or to Shay if Swift divulges any information that may be of use. These Dragonkillers, it sounds as if this Weyr has had a run-in with them before. If there's any connection between them and the Holds that are opposing us..." He thought about it for a moment. "...then it probably would behoove us to step up our patrols. Especially if someone's put a price on our heads."
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Sorra:

Shayna giggled softly when she caught the blush on her mate's cheeks. She hadn't meant to embarrass him, although she had spoke truth. M'riel was usually in the middle of everything. Which made a good Weyrleader, so she wasn't complaining.

The Weyrwoman sat and watched as Eodira stitched up M'riel's shoulder. She had to look away a couple times as she felt a bit nauseous. Apparently she wasn't up to par yet after her difficult birth with Sanyara. Well, she still wasn't leaving M'riel's side. The gold rider listened as Eodira explained about raiders and how they worked. They were certainly different then most and Shayna had a bad feeling that Mac and M'riel would still clash again. She was glad that M'riel had at least trusted D'verado and M'cleod to watch the Weyr. She trusted D'verado and Katlyn with her life.
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Mik:

Eodira’s smile waned slightly at M’riel’s words about a former run-in with Dragonkillers and she paused in her stitching to look up at him, robin’s egg blue eyes concerned that she was about to tell him something quite touchy to most of the weyrfolk. “Dragonnkillers're only part of what’s tried to make dragons extinct. Shayna wasn’t here fer Bennu’s death, leavin' us with only one gold then, but there's at least one Dragonkiller involved in 'at mess. A Dragonless classmate of Mac’s was another. We ain’t had any further mysterious murders since 'en, but the poisonin' at Igen could’ve been them or Holders or Dragonless 'at went insane.”

The Weyrhealer went back to her stitching, silent for the moment as her mind whirled around those days of chaos. She was not Headwoman when the murders were going down, but she knew full well what went on about the Weyr just by knowing as much about Healing as she did. “You weren’t here fer the Plague, laddie. It wasn’t pretty at all. Then the mystery murders after it, then the Quake, then the poisonin'. We’re survivors fer some reason. If Swift’s Clan finally finds us, we won’t go down without a fight, I can promise ya' that.” Finished with her sutures, she tied off the thread, then stepped away to find some bandages to get the wound covered up for clean healing.

[Mik]

Placing a few smooth, thin, absorbent cloths over the stitched and slightly open wound, Eodira began wrapping the Weyrleader’s shoulder in a way that would keep the most important bandages in place to help the healing process. “I dunno how many Dragonless ya’ know, laddie, but they come in a variety of attitudes. Our Kennel Keeper’s Dragonless. I’m sure ya’ve met K’dae. His sister’s a mindhealer, but even she can’t git through his head that ‘is bronze died. My daughter’s a ReImpressed Dragonless. Her first dragon was gold an’ now she rides green. I lost a daughter to the Plague’s madness. Many of us’ve lost someone dear to us. Shayna skipped the Plague due to some researchin’ of our former Leaders an’ a brownrider that’d figured out Timin’, but Kiala’s no longer with us. Losin’ a dragon can change a person. Sometimes in the worst ways like the murders we had ta fight through.” Securing the bandaging, she stepped away again and disappeared for a moment, leaving the two Weyrleaders alone.

A few moments later, the Weyrhealer returned and handed M’riel a clean set of clothes to sleep in. “Yer stuck here fer the night, M’riel,” she said, giving her order on the situation. “After we’ve checked yer shoulder in the morn, ya’ should be able to leave, but on very light Duties.” Stepping over to the stand with the drawer, the former Raider began to either put things away or take stock of what would need replenishing in the morning. “As fer Igen’s poisonin’, we didn’t stick ‘round long ‘nough ta figure out who caused ‘at. We jus’ weren’t takin’ any chances of losin’ anyone else, Rider or not. Now, if yer questions can wait ‘til the morrow, then I’ll answer some more or point ya’ the right way then. Fer now, I believe it’s ta bed with ya’.”

Turning to Shayna, she quickly added, “Stayin’ here or goin’ back to yer own weyr, Shayna?”

[Mik]

Mik:

“I’ll gitcha a cot an’ some furs, ‘en,” Eodira said, following her words by stepping away from the area and tugging the privacy curtain closed to allow M’riel to get changed. She was a busy woman about the Weyr and M’riel would have to tail her a few times to get whatever information she could provide for him.

Returning half a candlemark later, the MasterHealer spoke as she neared the curtained cot, “All set, M’riel?” she inquired.
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Kendrall:

There was no reason for Shayna to leave the room, as she had seen M'riel in a state of undress before. But it didn't take long for the Weyrleader to change with the help of the Weyrwoman, and before long he was sitting on the bed. He heard Eodira on the other side of the curtain. "All set," he replied.
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Sorra:

Shayna was glad that Eodira didn't see any reason why she should leave. She really didn't want to leave M'riel when he injured like this. And she knew she wouldn't sleep with him being here anyhow. The Weyrwoman helped her mate get changed and settled onto the cot. Shayna looked up when she heard Eodira approach and then smiled at M'riel. "She is efficient," she smiled.

[Mik]

Mik:

Eodira moved the curtain to let herself in, hauling a fold up cot in one hand and the mentioned bedding in the other arm. She set the furs on the foot of the bed M’riel occupied, then set to setting up the cot. “Now, M’riel, ya’ll be on light duty ‘til I see fit, which means no ridin’ Oreath fer at least a sevenday. Bandages need changed daily fer a sevenday, then ev’ry other day fer the nex’ sevenday. If ya’ heal up quick ‘nough, it’ll be a shorter time.” She moved to place the furs on the cot, then looked at Shayna briefly before glancing up at M’riel again. “I’ll be back with some tea,” she said, slipping away yet again.

A few moments later, the Healer returned, having begun the tea while fetching the cot and furs. Again, the faint aroma of mint scented the tea as did the salve. Placing the tray of tea and snacks of bread and died meat, Eodira gave the couple a smile despite the situation and the odd mark of the night. “Git some res’ the both of ya’. I’ll be checkin’ on ya’ in the morn. G’night.” And with those words, Eodira was gone, shooing D’verado off as he had lingered in case he was needed.

((ooc: End here?))
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