A Cruddy Day

Writers: Ames, Chelle
Date Posted: 14th March 2011

Characters: Roldar, Rhosyn
Description: Roldar comes to check on Rhosyn, who doesn't welcome his attentions.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 6

Much to her dismay, she had been relegated to spending her restday in bed. Rhosyn had tried to fight it, but the old aunties had forced the Weyrwoman to rest. She'd been fighting a case of the cruds for a day or so with citrusfruit juice and whatever she could get her hands on, but it had finally sunk its teeth into her hide.

Orlaith wasn't worried, since she knew her rider wasn't in grave danger, but she felt Rhosyn's weariness in her own bones. The gold watched over her from her place on her couch, her eyes whirling a slight yellow.

Nibbon popped into the air above Roldar chattering on about something. Reaching up, the healer patted the bronze firelizard until the creature settled down enough to share whatever was on his mind. A flash of the Weyrwoman abed came into Roldar's mind. He frowned. Was the Weyrwoman ill? And no one had sent for him?

Patting Nibbon again for his good work, Roldar went and chatted with some of the riders who were assisting in the infirmary. Having them check, he learned that the Weyrwoman _was_ in fact not feeling herself. Taking his travel bag, he made his way to her weyr. Knocking on the door he called out. "Roldar here, come to check in on you!"

Her bed was quite far from the door, but the queen had heard him. }:Come in healer:{

Roldar froze and blinked for a moment. He'd _heard_ a few other dragons who had bespoken him since his arrival, but it still unnerved him to hear the voice, so clear and sharp, inside his head. It was nothing like the somewhat excited images Nibbon would share with him.

Opening the door, Roldar entered, looking around. His eyes first fell on the golden dragon. Bowing to her in greeting, he thanked her for allowing him entrance. Then glancing around, he saw the bed and its occupant towards the back. Moving quickly, he arrived at Rhosyn's side.

"Weyrwoman. Healer Roldar. I got word that you were not feeling well. I wanted to see if I could help you in some way."

Unfortunately, Rhosyn got grumpy when she didn't feel good. So he was met with a frown. "Well please do then. Otherwise, I want to go back to sleep. Or did you bring food?" Her tone was hopeful.

He shrugged off her words. Patients always had different ways of handling their illness and injury. Roldar had learned to handle most any kind of treatment that could be thrown his way. "Perhaps you could tell me what's ailing you so I can see if I can help? You feeling hungry is a good sign. I'll send for some food and see how that goes." It didn't take him long for him to get a drudge to go find some food for the Weyrwoman.

"Basically, I'm tired. I don't want to move. I'm sharding hot all the time. My throat is sore and my head feels like sand." She would have gone on forever, but it hurt her head to speak so she subsided against the pillows.

"May I?" he asked, holding up his instruments to indicate he wished to examine her.

She was quiet for a bit, just watching him with eyes half shut. "Allright, but make it quick."

Roldar did his examination quickly, noting she was a bit warmer than normal, but otherwise not finding much of anything out of the ordinary. "I could brew up a bit of a tea that should help ease some of what you're feeling. It may not take away everything, but it should make you feel a bit more like yourself." He turned at the sound of footsteps. "Ah, here's the tray of food as well." He motioned the drudge over and took the tray. "Would you like help sitting up?"

"No, I can do it." It took a lot of trying, but she did get herself situated. Rhosyn didn't pounce on the food like she normally would have. Instead, she ate slowly which was due to her scratchy throat.

Roldar, meanwhile, had sent for some supplies and was quickly brewing up a concoction that had a rather aromatic scent. He carried the warm cup over to the Weyrwoman and noticed she was eating rather slowly. "Here, drink this. The herbs should make you feel better soon. It's a mite hot, so be careful." He handed the cup to her.

She took it, gave him a suspicious look, then sipped the stuff. When it didn't taste completely horrid, Rhosyn drank more. Setting it down, she went back to the food, then back to the drink, and finally she collapsed back into the bed when she couldn't do it anymore. She was just so tired.

He frowned when he saw her losing strength. When she fell back into the bed, Roldar quickly stepped forward and took the tray and the cup before it could spill onto her. He moved them over to the table and took one of
the chairs. Deciding he wanted to stay and keep an eye on her for the time being, or at least until she threw him out, he sat and watched her, going back over what he had learned during his initial examination. She wasn't
showing signs of fire-head, thank the stars, but she was clearly still not well. As he watched and waited he mixed up some additional herbs which he would give to her to make more tea after he left. It might just be that she needed time to rest and shake off whatever had taken hold.

She closed her eyes and was soon asleep. Orlaith's whirling eyes shone as she looked in from her area, clearly wishing her rider felt better. She tried to send good feelings toward Rhosyn as much as she could, letting her know she was there.

At least she slept! Roldar watched her, and then took the small bag of herbs he'd mixed and laid them on the table. There really wasn't much more he could do for her at the moment, but he'd make sure to check back in on her often or send some of the other healers up to check on her periodically. He looked towards the golden dragon when she peeked in. "You'll let us know if she gets worse, won't you?" he asked. "You can have the other dragons pass a message to someone who can reach me if you need me." She really was a magnificent creature. Roldar still found himself in awe of many dragons, but especially the queens. They really were amazing.

She made a soft noise to indicate her understanding even as she crawled back to lay on her couch. River Bluff was always warm, something Orlaith enjoyed that her rider disliked.

**Well, I'll take that as a yes,** he thought with a hint of a smile. Picking up his things, he left her a note about how to steep the tea when she awoke. Then, turning, Roldar pulled the door shut and headed back to the infirmary.

Last updated on the March 20th 2011

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