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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 18, 2010 20:40:43 GMT -5
M-11, D-14, Morning
Garion's Office in the Weyr Infirmary
K'rill sighed, softly, sitting in a chair, waiting for the Masterhealer to return from his morning rounds. He had his lands crossed patiently in his lap, his eyes wandering around the infirmary, ears taking in the sounds. The only thing to betray his impatience is his restless gaze, and rhythmically tapping foot.
Alira. He was here about the Healer woman. Her icy demeanor, her cold personality, unfriendly gaze. There had to be something to be done for it. He shook his head, slowly, thinking back on S'vet, still unconscious, somewhere nearby. He sighed, quietly, and wished silently for his swift recovery.
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Post by Garion on Nov 19, 2010 19:27:21 GMT -5
One of the apprentices came to tell him there was someone waiting in his office and identified him as a brownrider wingsecond from his knots. The young kid was so fresh he almost squeeked and Garion almost chuckled at his proud declaration and proof of his studies of ranking knots.
"I'll be there in just a few minutes." he said. Please offer the rider some klah and tell him I'm with a patient will attend him shortly.
When the kid scooted away he look back at the young young woman in front of him. Her injuries were healed and he was examining her for her fitness to return to flight duty. This was a job he took very seriously. No rider would be allowed back on the top wings until they were completely fit.
Finally finishing up and giving her a small script to present to her wingleader to allow her to return. He warned her to be careful and then left the exam area for his office.
Garion could see the wing second was a bit agitated when he walked in. "K'rill," He started in greeting. "How can I help you today?" he asked. He would be a poor Master indeed if he didn't recognize on sight the leaders of the Weyr.
He moved into the chair behind his desk with an expectant expression on his face.
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Post by K'rill and Morisath on Nov 20, 2010 1:47:00 GMT -5
K'rill smiled, warmly, and sipped at the klah that had been brought to him. "Thank you, Masterhealer, sir, for taking the time to speak to me." He stood, slowly, and carefully set aside the klah, as if afraid to spill it, and clasped his hands behind his lower back.
"My concern," he began, frowning, without further pleasantries, "Is Alira." He paused a moment, and then continued, "Her behaviors and attitudes toward my Riders is bad for morale, and bad for their recovery. For some of them, their wounds are extensive. Serious. For some, fatal. More than I would like. They have lost fellow riders - Friends, brothers, lovers, children. They have lost, Masterhealer, enough." His frown deepened. "The Healer, Alira, is doing her job with a cold hand, and a cold welcome. She does her job, this I do not doubt," he paused, briefly, "However, she does it with ice in hand and heart. I do not understand why she is a Healer for men and women, when even beasts would shy from her hand."
He finally paused, for a measured moment, to let his words sink in. "You are likely aware of this situation, and its' ramifications. What do you suggest be done, Masterhealer?" His tone was soft, querying, though his gaze held none of the softness.
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Post by Garion on Nov 28, 2010 0:14:49 GMT -5
"Thank you, Masterhealer, sir, for taking the time to speak to me."
He shook his head and waive him off. “No need to thank me.” He said.
"My concern, Is Alira. Her behaviors and attitudes toward my Riders is bad for morale, and bad for their recovery. For some of them, their wounds are extensive. Serious. For some, fatal. More than I would like. They have lost fellow riders - Friends, brothers, lovers, children. They have lost, Masterhealer, enough."
The subject matter didn’t surprise him and he nodded at the statement. “I understand” was all he said. He was certain there was more.
"The Healer, Alira, is doing her job with a cold hand, and a cold welcome. She does her job, this I do not doubt, However, she does it with ice in hand and heart. I do not understand why she is a Healer for men and women, when even beasts would shy from her hand."
He thought for a moment before he answered the man’s question. This wasn’t just an ordinary rider coming into his office to complain. He had to understand the circumstances that brought them to this.
“I have a shortage of well trained healers to service a Weyr fighting thread. But, I will speak to her.” He knew there were remedies and tools he could deploy if necessary. He stood and held out his hand to the rider. “I do understand and appreciate your concerns. Her bedside manner has been a topic of discussion in the past.”
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