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I Still don't See why we're down here healing when we could be up there fighting, Talveth grumped, gazing down at her rider, who was bent over a man, trying frantically to stop his bleeding. The man's green, whose injuries being attended to by the Weyrdragonhealer, warbled nervously and stretched her neck in the direction of her rider. Talveth cast her an annoyed look.
Syatti looked up long enough to glare at Talveth before returning her gaze to her patient. I told you. They can spare one dragon for a few minutes during a fall, but they can't risk losing a dragon. If this man dies, so does his green. I'm not a dimglow, Talveth snapped. I know what would happen. Then stop acting like one, Syatti chided. The man groaned and tried to move his head. "Get me some more fellis!" Syatti barked, and a weyrbrat was at her side with the mixture almost immediatly. I know this is boring for you, Tal. But it's the least we can do while Gerall is getting over her cold. Last thing that we need is her giving it to a wounded rider. Talveth snorted and stretched her broad wings restlessly. They have other healers who could be doing this. But I got here first. We helped him down, so he's my patient. Actually, he's our patient. And I'll never abandon a patient as long as I live, Syatti answered in a tone that told her dragon that whatever else she compromised to be a dragonrider, that was one principle of healing she never would. I guess we are sort of responsible for him now, Talveth admitted with a funny little sigh that was somewhere between annoyance and caring, like a mother brooding over her errant child. Syatti tied off one last artery and then, satisfied that there was no more bleeding to worry about, checked once more for any bits of frozen thread before deftly stitching up the man's shoulder. A job well done, considering the circumstances. Yes, we definetly are. We can check on him later. Let's get back to Fighting. Syatti got to her feet and washed her hands in a bucket before walking over to Talveth. Finally, Talveth crowed as Syatti settled hersef. She lept into the air and winked between back into the midst of the Fall. Where a dragon and her rider truly belonged.  | ||||||||||||
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