Routine delivery [Dant'ris]

[Taylor]

If you asked Alkess (or most other people, for that matter), the Rebellion was dangerously understaffed with healers. They were lucky Alkess had defected, Alkess thought, because otherwise they wouldn't have much of a healing force at all.

As it was, Alkess found themself often sleepless, called into the infirmary to help out with a human patient or to help with an injured dragon patient. They supposed it was fortunate they'd received training for both humans and dragons, and they did love the work but...sharditall, it was exhausting.

This time, Alkess figured, they had sort of brought it on themself. Alsk had gotten into a fight (at least that's what they assumed - Alsk insisted he had simply fallen on a rock, but what rock left distinct tooth marks on your leg?) with someone, no doubt defending Alkess' honor or some such, and the wherhandler had gone to collect supplies to tend to their silly overprotective wher. As they were about to head out, though, the infirmary staff asked a favor. Take these meds to Dant'ris, a bronzerider, they said. Well, sounded easy enough, so Alkess tucked the package under their arm and headed back to their wher.

Half a candlemark later, the garnet was stitched up, bandaged, and somewhat loopy from the combination of blood loss and pain medication. And yet he insisted on going with Alkess as they headed for the dragonrider's room.

Following the infirmary worker's instructions, it took the garnet handler very little time to locate the place where Dant'ris stayed. Raising their fist, they knocked on the door. A half-second later, they found themself nudged backwards as Alsk wedged himself between his handler and the door, snout pressed to the corner where a crack would soon appear as the door opened. He was ready to leap in and wrestle the dragonrider to the ground if necessary.

[damien]

It is not one of his better days. It’s not even real dawn yet, it’s false dawn that’s coloring the sky as he wakes up to the knock on his door. Szyth’s uncomfortable on his ledge his head hanging inside the room, eyes unfocused as he stares at nothing in particular. It’s the feeling in his mind that makes him more angry than he should be as he struggles to his feet not bothering to put on clothing. Dant’ris grasps for his cane leaning heavily on it as he loudly makes his way over to the door swearing under his breath colorfully as he does.

Waking him up this early would normally be a problem in itself. Waking him up this early when his dragon is having an episode? Even worse. Waking him up this early when his dragon was having an episode and when his joints were all but seizing up? He was going to kill someone.

When the behemoth of a man opens the door and finds he almost nose to nose with a garnet wher he doesn’t start in fear. He realizes he’s actually taller than the beast as he stands as tall as he can, covering the wince of pain as he does as he glares down at the creature. He meets those red eyes with his own dark amber ones, a defiant dominant look that he refuses to break first. He barely notices what he assumes first to be a girl standing next to the creature.

A wherhandler, up near his weyrs? He is not a happy camper, not in the least. Oh it’s not that he dislikes whers, he’s just not in the mood to talk to a creature that had the intelligent of a squished wherry. “What ever it is you want, I suggest you get it out now and step down you insolent pup!” He hisses towards the garnet.

Szyth lifts his head up trying to focus on the creatures. One…one of them smells like herbs, familiar herbs. An awkward noise escapes the bronze as he tries to wiggle into the room more to catch a look but he can’t quite move himself properly. The world is tilting at an odd angle and his stomach feels as though it’s going to come through his throat.

Why here are you? Smell like healer, you do. You have come to stop the room from spinning, you have? It’s dangerously obvious by the way he’s speaking and the faint ‘waiver’ in his mind voice that something is horribly wrong with the dragon.

[Taylor]

Alsk already didn't like this man. Anyone who could stand taller than him and - even worse - stare at him as if he wasn't presently quaking in fear was bad. Bad bad. Alsk would just have to take a bite out of him. The garnet's gaze dropped a little. The bronzerider had conveniently left an appealing bite unconcealed. It was practically an invitation!

Before Alsk could remove the man's babymaker, Alkess had a hand over the garnet's snout and was pulling him back, forcing him to move away from the door a little. At least enough for Alkess to be visible as more than a bit of auburn hair. Alkess tried to give the man a smile, hoping to diffuse the tension that simmered between their wher and the man. It trembled a bit though, not unlike their voice as they spoke. "Sorry to wake you up at this hour. We were just here to-"

To eat you. Alsk eat all of your bits, but starting with that. Your fault for not wearing clothbits. The garnet lunged at the insolent man who had dared call him...well, insolent. He could feel his handler's hand tighten on his snout, though, and so he stopped an inch from the man's crotch. He remained still, so close he'd be touching Dant'ris if the man shifted, and then huffed, breathing hot air over the man's crotch as he withdrew, giving Dant'ris a look of disdain. Very well. Alsk spare manthing now. Not again. Alsk eat manthing's manthing next time, even if Alsk's here.

Alkess looked a little nauseous. They really did not like dealing with people, particularly not when the meeting started off this badly. "Look, I'm just here to drop off-" The sentence was cut off as the dragonvoice entered their mind. Oh shards that dragon did not sound good. All timidity disappeared; Alkess may have been nervous before, but now they were needed and that gave them confidence. They were officially in charge of this situation and if Dant'ris objected, Alsk could have his...manthing.

Alkess shoved the package of meds into Dant'ris chest, both handing it off and using it to push the man back a bit, their other hand going to shove the door wider as they strode quickly through. That dragon did not look good at all. Alkess' face bore a grimace for a brief second before they wiped the look off their face. That was never particularly comforting. "Alright, wonderful, what hurts? Did you hit your head?"

[damien]

Oddly enough the threat to his manbits didn’t frighten him at all. He stands his ground letting his own animal like growl escape his lips as he does. He does not respond, either to shrink away or to move forward he merely stays where he is. “Bite me you insolent sorry excuse for an overgrown firelizard and you will find yourself gelded and put on display as the next new famous rug.” He hisses, voice deadly and low before his attention is taken up by what he thought was a young girl.

He frowns when he pushes the package in his hand, he notices it’s his medication and hastily grabs it before it can fall to the ground and break or mix or something. He stumbles back dropping his cane and nearly falling on his ass as he watches the girl stride into his room without so much as a by your leave. About to yell at her, no one came into HIS room he notices where her attention is going and with a sigh he limps heavily to the bed to place down the package. Slipping a robe on, it’s a lot easier then bothering with pants, he shoots the wher a look just as Maikoe wakes up to inspect the garnet before he hobbles over to the healer.

“He won’t remember this.” His voice, while still rough is at least holding a level of a gentle quality to it. He rubs his hand lovingly down his dragons snout, smiling faintly as Szyth snuffles into his palm before turning back to the person with interest. She smelt…different. She felt different to but he can’t quite put his paw on it and he stares at her with great interest(though he’s looking through her since he can’t quite concentrate anyway).

“Look behind his head knob, see that scar? He has episodes, they haven’t found anything that can cure them or make them easier on him. They make him sick to the stomach and..well not here is the only word I can think of. Unless you know something that can help I suggest you just leave him be.” He’s not being out right rude but he doesn’t want his dragon’s hopes shattered yet again. Even if he wont remember it the next day.

Maikoe waddles over to the garnet peering fearlessly up at the beast with extreme interest. Shiiiiiny…leaning forward he gently touches his beak to the whers leg obviously quite taken with his color and oddly enough-his smell as well. Shiny shiny shiny shiny-

You do not taste like a girl, but you look like a human female…taste like a male you do not either. What are you? He gently huffed into the healers chest quite interested what this person was indeed.

Hearing his dragon Dant’ris frowns. “Szyth that is entirely rude.’ And he sounds offended even! Why, the man has morals, fancy that.

[Taylor]

Alsk made a mental note to kill this whelp later, then trailed after His as they moved into the room. Couldn't let this "dragonrider" stab His, after all. Or make them naked or scared or... He had to be watched, was Alsk's thought. He was about to set about doing this, staring intently at Dant'ris, when something touched his leg. He turned with a snarl, about to consume the insolent creature when Alkess' voice snapped across the room. "Alsk! Don't. You. Sharding. Dare." The garnet even went so far as to growl at them, but when the handler just met his glare with an unimpressed look of their own, the garnet settled down. Very well. This creature could interact with him. For now. But he would keep it on his watch list, as well. Alsk brought down his snout and sniffed lightly at the bird creature, then snorted. The fluffthing smelled odd.

Wher chastised, Alkess turned their attention back to the human. His dragon wouldn't remember this...? They frowned. "I'm sorry...I...don't understand your point." They thought for a moment then raised an eyebrow. "Unless of course you're saying I should leave him to suffer because he won't remember the suffering later, in which case you may kindly chase yourself." Not the most polite thing to say, perhaps, but Dant'ris wasn't their patient; this bronze was. And Alkess didn't care if Dant'ris was the bronze's rider, mother, or both - if he thought he was going to get away with saying Szyth didn't deserve to feel better because he had a faulty memory, he got to sit in a corner away from nice people.

Alkess listened to Dant'ris' words with a slight frown, walking around to see the scar that was mentioned. Hmm. Alkess realized, that they had no idea what to do. As Dant'ris had said, healers had looked and tried and found no solution, so Alkess certainly wasn't going to fix the problem. At the bronzerider's last words, Alkess snorted softly. "Having someone to talk to who isn't a complete ass might help." They spoke quietly, too quiet for the dragonrider to hear, but Szyth would likely catch them. Hopefully it didn't upset the bronze.

Alkess wasn't expecting a dragon face to the chest and had a moment of anxiety. They were suddenly very glad they were flat-chested beneath the bead fringed purple shirt they wore. It was much harder to feel if a chest was bound or naturally flat, Alkess figured, than if it was stuffed or naturally breasted. It was still a tad unnerving but...whatever helped the patient? Alkess lightly petted the dragon's nose, though his next words caught them off guard. What were they?

While Dant'ris frowned and chastised the dragon, Alkess grinned. Beamed, really. "Why thank you for asking. I'm a person." That about summed it up for them, but most people just gave them an annoyed look and asked "no really, boy or girl?" "You can call me "he", "she", or "they", I really don't care." Tossing off their pronouns tended to erase the thought that they were simply one or the other. Or, at the very least, it confused people enough that they stopped asking.

[damien]

For such a tiny little scrap of fluff Maikoe stood his ground, surprisingly! He fluffed up his body though till he was twice his size, let forth a little noise that translated to “hey now be nice’, or something similar and continued to enjoy staring at this great, beautiful creature. While he had no mind powers to speak of his enjoyment was easy enough to read. He found the garnet –beautiful- and every trill he murmured was just for the beasts enjoyment. Compliment after compliment escaped the eyas as he gently touched his tiny beak to the wher’s nose taking in his scent before he hopped, quick as a bee, to nuzzle up to the creatures leg, ignoring the fact that he could easily squish him without thinking about it. In fact he could probably snort him up his nose if he breathed wrong.

“Chase myself?” Dant’ris managed to cover his smile, but it was hard going. He wasn’t expecting this girl to have such…well bite! Most of the folks here, rebels or not were weak willed, soft spine fish really. He found her dedication interesting and felt, through the confusion and pain of the bond how curious Szyth truly was about this healer.

“He’s MY life mate.” The deadly snarl in his voice is warning enough but he’s caught off guard by the girls, person(?) words and he finds himself floundering. He, she, what? He stares more thoroughly at the healer and realizes what could be mistaken for some what masculine features, or feminine features are completely androgynous. Curious, and unable to stop himself he mutters a half hearted apology leaning forward to place a surprisingly public kiss on his dragons snout.

“Well, seems a bit rude to call you person, but since you didn’t give me your name person it is.” He’s still gruff and a rude git but at least he’s talking, and showing signs of actual affection for his dragon.

Szyth tries his best to stay with the conversation. Surely this is not one of his hallucinations, this person seems far to real and -ah- yes that was a wher he smelt! Curious and curious-er.

Yell, do not at Dearheart. Kind, he is. You are real? Real, real? Flesh, blood and bones and meat? He sounds so surprised as he snorts into the persons chest once more.

He realizes he has to explain, that or let his dragon confuse this healer into thinking he’s badly abusing him or something. “Look, “ He mutters gruffly motioning for the person, girl, man what ever he didn’t care, to take a gander at the thick scars marring his entire back. He only turns enough for a small look. “Turns ago we had an accident. He took it to the head, he has episodes where he talks funny and thinks everything isn’t real but me. I’m not hurting him or anything and I’d prefer if you didn’t go and assume that I am. Person.”

[Taylor]

Alsk didn't seem to know what to do with this little fluffthing. He shifted away from it a bit, side-stepping himself around in an awkward little quarter-circle before deciding to accept the fluffthing's attention. He sat down, gaze flicking back and forth between the fluffthing and the manthing, trusting neither.

Alkess didn't see Dant'ris' smile, wouldn't have even if he'd been openly grinning. Their attention was on Szyth, the words thrown towards Dant'ris over their shoulder. The snarling words, however, were harder to ignore, and the healer looked towards Dant'ris. Rather than seeming afraid, however, there was a strength there that was often lacking in Alkess. They were in healer mode, taking care of a patient, and they wouldn't accept any nonsense from anyone. "Well that's very nice for you both, but you are still being an ass and I am still the one with the most dragonhealing experience in the room, unless you have some vast knowledge you are expertly hiding." Alkess' opinion of this man wasn't particularly high. It was always tricky, though, being a dragonhealer. Humans tended to annoy Alkess, and yet being too hostile towards them - even if it was defensive - could upset their dragon patients.

Alkess' ire was diffused by the dragon asking about their gender identity. They were somewhat shocked when Dant'ris responded simply by saying he didn't know what to call them, rather than atacking them in some way. Before Alkess could offer their name, Szyth spoke again. His words were a bit jumbled but...well, Alkess was a wherhandler. They weren't exactly unused to odd, flawed grammar. "My apologies, lovely one. I guess we just got off on the wrong foot when he antagonized my wher and told me to get out when I was trying to bring him meds and take care of you." Hmm, that didn't sound like much of an apology at all, Alkess. They gave a little laugh, though, nose wrinkling a bit, at Szyth's last question. "Uh...yes, yes, yes, and...I don't really like being called meat by a massive dragon, but technically yes."

Alsk had been silent, simply observing those he most mistrusted (read: everyone but Alkess) but at this he felt compelled to speak. Dragon eat Alsk's, Alsk eat dragon's. He glared at the much more massive beast.

Alkess gave Alsk a look which suggested he wasn't allowed to eat anyone (a suggestion he would ignore if necessary) and then looked to Dant'ris as he began to explain things. "Very well. Though I'm not assuming you're hurting him. I'm just assuming you're an ass. Except that's not an assumption." They seemed quite sure of this point. "Regardless, my name is Alkess, and if you let me stay here with your dragon until he starts to feel better, I will stop calling you an ass."

[damien]

Maikoe showed a trust that bellied his size. He didn’t seem to even realize that the wher creature was in fact contemplating bodily harm on himself or his human. He merely found him entirely fascinating and beautiful and shifted himself forward with a wiggle of his backside beak smoothing over an examples of wher claw. The noise he made was delight and wonderment, staring up at the garnet with huge shiny eyes. Clearly Alsk had made a friend, wanted or not.

“You can call me whatever you want Alkess, I don’t make it a hobby of mine to control others. It’s much more fun when they go about calling me an ass and pushing a so called invalid bronze rider around his room to get to his dragon.” He let the little threat settle in the air but it was nothing but that, a playful threat. He found this Alkess so very interesting! It was so rare that he had someone who would have such bite, their wher of course did not count.

He remained quiet for some time merely feeling what Szyth was. It was only when he realizes that the bronze would out right refuse to do anything unless this person remained that he sighed hobbling past the healer and out more onto the ledge. He grasped one of the many rugs meant to act as a dragon ‘bed’ as it were and set it beside Szyth’s head. He awkwardly dragged the thick fabric with his good hand refusing to ask for help and refusing to even look at them for it. Only when the make shift seat was set up beside his dragon did he limp back to the bed searching through the medication they had brought him.

“Well if you aren’t going to leave, sit.” He grumbles as though it’s such a big, troublesome thing-though he had taken great pains to make Alkess comfortable when he didn’t have to do anything like it.

Still confused, but quite content that this real-person-healer thing was staying; Szyth lowered his head to peer helplessly up at them. Well, his version of helplessly staring up them anyway. He didn’t even seem to register that the wher had threatened him and in fact doesn’t seem to even register that he was there at all.

Not quite sure what to do, not used to company in any regard, Dant’ris shifts himself painfully over to the hearth pouring the hot water that waited there into two cups. He stopped peeking at the wher before he grumbles and grabs a deep rimmed bowl. Setting the two cups aside, only putting his medication in one of them he grabs the meat left over from Szyth’s meal and places it in front of the garnet.

“Eat it or don’t, don’t care either way.” He hisses as he moves towards the healer giving them a cup of tea. He glowered, say a word that look said, and I will spill it on you. “So why do you want to stay with him?”

[Taylor]

Alsk really didn't know how to handle this creature. He lifted the foot that was being affectionately beaked, holding it awkwardly against his body as he stared at the fluffthing. He looked to Alkess and Dant'ris, a rarely seen look of helpless confusion on his face. What fluffthing want? ...mating? Alsk not mate with fluffthing. He sounded horrified at the thought, and yet what other excuse was there for such doting behavior? The bird was clearly trying to get into his metaphorical pants.

Alkess eyed Dant'ris uncertainly. "Well any "so called invalid bronze rider" who tried to push me back may find they have more trouble than expected." They had a knife hidden beneath their clothes regardless of outfit, and they'd gotten fairly good at fighting off an aggressor after turns of being physically harrassed. Alkess was fairly sure Dant'ris had meant it jokingly, however, and so they lightened their tone for the next few words. "Though I can't believe someone as sweet and snuggly as you could hurt a fly, let alone me." Alkess gave Dant'ris a teasing grin. The man's calm acceptance of Alkess - no questions about what they "really" were, or questions as to whether or not this was some sort of joke - had surprised and relaxed them a bit. It was unusual, and it was nice.

Alkess watched the rider go to collect the large rug. They didn't realize, at first, what the man was doing. When they figured it out, they took a step forward. "I can help...?" But Dant'ris was very pointedly avoiding their eyes, and so they stood there somewhat awkwardly, forcing their gaze away from the man to look at Szyth again, scratching the bronze's eyeridge for something to do.

When Dant'ris grumbled at them, they tried to hide a smile, only partially succeeding. Dant'ris, it seemed, was not entirely as grumpy as he wanted to seem. Alkess moved to the rug, a brief worry flashing through their mind (what if Dant'ris was just trying to get them down on the ground so they were easier to overpower?) but Alsk sent a reassuring promise to eat all of riderthing's manthings, and so they sat.

Alkess looked to Szyth, a small "aww" rising in their throat. "You're not doing too well, huh, sweetness?" They looked over to Dant'ris as the man prepared the tea. "How often does he get like this?"

Alsk eyed the meat placed before him with surprise and suspicion. Meat poisoned? Alsk say: Alsk strong. Alsk get poisoned, Alsk have time to eat all of riderthings manthings plus some facethings. Before dead. Alsk stared intently at Dant'ris; he would see how the rider reacted to his ever so terrifying threat before he indulged in this food.

Alkess took the tea with a look of surprise - they hadn't expected food for their wher or tea for them, certainly not both - and murmured a soft "thanks". At the question, they looked to Szyth, thinking of how to word their response for a moment. "Well...think of how it would feel if you were in his position. Something arrives and you aren't sure what's real and what isn't. But this new thing - this new person - insists it is real, and so you get a bit of grounding, a little feeling of sanity. Now how do you think you would feel if that anchor suddenly disappeared again?" Nevermind that they were tired as shells; sleep was overrated and it seemed the dragon wanted them there.

[damien]

Dant’ris stole a look at the wher. He didn’t feel bad for it, he didn’t feel bad for anything, and pity wasn’t something anyone deserved in his opinion. He was having a trouble hiding his smile though as he sent a harsh shrug towards the creature. It was odd having the wher talk to him at all he was used to only hearing his dragon. “He likes pre-er deadly things.” He stopped deciding it was best to not tell the creature that Maikoe had another odd little habit. The eyas collected little shiny rocks which to him, were beautiful.

Maikoe doesn’t seem to understand that something’s not quite right. He’s too busy cooing and cuddling against the wher to even notice that he’s even uncomfortable with him doing it. Moving his leg? Ha! He moved forward to gently beak him even more.

Szyth nuzzled gently, well as gently as a creature as large as he could, into this persons chest and leg mindful not to spill their tea cup over. He says nothing but lets them for a moment feel how sick he is, his stomach is inside out, nothing is quite right except Alkess and his Dant’ris. Both of them are real and he has to hold onto that.

“How often? Depends, I guess.” Dant’ris becomes increasingly uncomfortable as he lifts his right hand up to rub at his jawline trying to think. He does not like talking about his dragon’s problem. People frown enough at Szyth when they find out that the dragon does indeed love him, he does not need to add to that.

“Depends, like I said. At least once every few days though, some times it’s worse if he’s caught in a storm though, because of the memories.” He shrugs, uncomfortable and glad for the others distraction. Carefully he shifts the proper amount of his medicine into his own tea, grimacing at the bitter taste of the liquid. Oh well, he’s had worse.

“One, that meal was caught by Szyth, he wouldn’t poison it. It’s perfectly fine and I’m told does not taste like the bland beasts around here that are farmed for that purpose. Two, you are a wherhandler, dragon healer or not you don’t have to stay here just because he’s…different. Others haven’t. I’d thank you if I had a heart, but clearly I’m just an asshole so.” He shrugs indifferently but it’s obvious that he’s quite pleased they are staying.

He’s quite for some time, sipping at the disgustingly thick liquid that helps his joints not at all but he takes it out of habit. Only when Szyth seems to calm down does he start to talk again. “As long as you keep touching him, you can nap you know. He’s quite comfortable, I’ve done it enough times and I’m not about to push you out of the room now. Anyone who would stand up to me for my dragon is good by my books.’

[Taylor]

Alsk gave an awkward little hop to the side, nearly falling over but managing to stay upright, wobbling on his three legs. He gave Dant'ris a frustrated glare at the man's words. Alsk not ask why birdthing wants mating. Alsk know Alsk irresistable. Alsk just not want mating. Birdthing not Alsk's type. He gave another undignified hop away from Maikoe, this time unable to maintain his balance. He hit the ground with a loud thud. Oh well. The birdthing would not leave him alone regardless of how he was positioned, so he heaved a heavy sigh and resigned himself to being prodded. He brought his head around to look at Maikoe, glaring straight at the fluffy creature. Alsk watching you. Keep beak where Alsk can see it. He growled lightly to reinforce the implied threat.

Alkess flinched at the sudden feeling of sickness invading their body. They stared at the tea for a moment - they'd been poisoned! drugged? - before realizing where it was coming from. They looked up at the dragon in wonder, both at the touch of his mind so intimate on their own and at how horrible he felt. "Poor darling." Alkess reached up to give the dragon a few more scratches along his eyeridges. "I wish I could help you." They sounded genuinely distressed at their helplessness.

Alkess watched Dant'ris clear signs of discomfort, unsure if they should say something. Not that they would know what to say. If the medicine wasn't working, they had no idea what would. Other than possibly a therapeutic massage, and if that wasn't already happening regularly there must be a reason it wasn't. Alkess tried to focus on the man's words, rather than his discomfort as he spoke them. "Every few days? And there's not much you've found to fix it?" Poor dragon. "Was he caught in a storm recently? Or this is just the usual?"

Alsk eyed the meat a second longer, then looked up to Dant'ris, then Szyth, then Alkess. Finally, he looked back to the meat and, after a slight hesitation, bit at it. Hmm, tasted good, and probably not poisoned, not that he would be able to tell. Offering acceptable to Alsk. He kept an eye on the rider, though, as he ate. This could be a clever ploy to distract Alsk from his handler, after all.

Alkess shrugged at Dant'ris reminder that they could leave. "My presence seems to help." And that was plenty of reason to stay as long as Szyth was like this. They drank their tea in silence, after that, sipping at it as Dant'ris did. It was slightly too hot to be comfortably drunk, but it tasted good and the hot drink was nice after a long night.

They were surprised at the offer to sleep, and it showed in their expression. They weren't quite sure what to say to that. The idea of a nap was more appealing than they were willing to admit, but to fall asleep around a strange man... And to fall asleep when they were trying to help a dragon...

Alsk watching you. Manthing hurt Alsk's, Alsk destroy manthing. And manthing's fluffthing. Fluffthing first. Will be easy.

Alkess wasn't sure the threat would keep Dant'ris from trying anything, but they were tired. "Undressing me counts as hurting me, by the way. Or...trying to look under any of my clothes." Because that was what they worried about far more than being physically attacked right now. Murder seemed unlikely, but molestation and violation...? Alkess wouldn't be surprised.

Still, they were exhausted. With their and their wher's warnings hanging in the air, Alkess downed the rest of the tea (trying not to show how the scalding liquid hurt going down) and got up. Best way to remain in contact with a dragon while sleeping, they figured, was to sleep against the dragon. Alkess walked over to Szyth, sat down beside him, and then curled up on the floor, back pressed to Szyth's warm side. It didn't take long at all before they were asleep.

((And then you can do timeskip to wakeup time?))

[damien]

Dant’ris looked extremely offended at the other’s words. Look under their clothes, molest them? He opened his mouth, closed it and all that came out was a soft little growl of denial. He has to calm himself before he’s able to actually say anything that isn’t a swear, and that the garnet wouldn’t take as a threat. Really was he that bad?!

“One, if you touch Maikoe I will eat you with my bare teeth.” He snarled quietly at the wher, turning his anger filled gaze on the beast for only a second before he peered back at the healer. “Two, why on pern would I touch you or look under your clothes? Especially without your permission!? I may not look it but I am not that kind of man, and even if I wanted your company I would only want it if you wanted it back. What ever you have under your clothing is nothing that I care about. I don’t give a shards about sex, I’d only touch you if you were in danger.” He realizes a bit to late that perhaps what he said could be taken as an insult and he flushes staring helplessly at the healer for a moment before he manages to croak out-“Not that you aren’t good looking, I’m sure you are very er…fetching, or something. I don’t care about appearances though and you are as safe with me as my daughter had been.” Well, feeling like he was sticking his foot in his mouth he drew awkwardly off and stared elsewhere.

Szyth waited patiently enough for the healer to lay down and only when he was sure they were comfortable did they shift enough to place their front paw around them, protecting and warming at the same time.

Since his dragon was napping as well Dant’ris went to the bed laid himself down and just stared at the ceiling. There was no way he’d be able to sleep with someone else in his room. Feeling terribly awkward he stayed like that, half asleep and half awake, till night time came.

When he had finally drifted off Maikoe, having napped next to the wher, got up to go inspect this person-thing. With great interest he perched his fluffy body on Szyth’s claw peering straight into their face. Seeing that they were not awake, and that this room had been far to quiet for his own enjoyment, he drew his head back and let forth a little trill of enjoyment-right in Alkess’ ear.

Dant'ris surprisingly stayed asleep, though it was Szyth who shifted, snorting his amusement as he turned to gently trap the healer in his claws, sniffing them now that he was fully 'awake'. He remembered nothing but a comforting presence and realizing it was this person he crooned sweet dragon nothings to them.