Post by Stryker on Oct 6, 2011 0:31:33 GMT -5
"Oi, Doc," the young hare called back, stopping for a brief moment. "I know I'm not ye bloody favorite creature, but d'ye mind stickin' close in case poor Ripley gets bloomin' well worse, wot?" It was a bit of a walk up those stairs to the Infirmary. Anything could happen, and even a crazed doctor was better than no doctor at all.
Azryel let out a resigned sigh. Oh yes, this is what he wanted to do with his time; follow the haremaid and this obnoxious buck like a little lost puppy, ready to drop everything and help at a moment's notice. "She shouldn't face any trouble from here to the infirmary, Corporal, unless an insane badger suddenly decided to jump in front of and devour you alive." A none too subtle jab at their resident Badger Lord, it became quite clear to the two hares that Lieutenant Black was no fan of Braythe the Savage. Knowing that if he refused now, however, that Cordin would probably annoy him twice as much in the future, Azryel sought to lessen his own suffering, not further it, and thus silently agreed to Cordin's request. Keeping pace just behind the pair, Azryel absentmindedly rolled his sleeves down, a signal that he felt his work here was truly finished for the time being.
“Cordin,” Ripley started awkwardly. She wanted to say ‘Thank-you’ but was finding it harder than it should have been. “Er. I don’t need t’go to the infirmary, jus’ to my room.” Nice Ripley, you’re the worst. “I want t’get cleaned up, I’ll find a way over to see the infirmary keeper in a bit.” Well, probably not. A couple months ago she’d broken a finger kickboxing. Her brother had helped her splint it and she’d totally avoided the infirmary.
Oh yes. If you plan on actually going to see the infirmary keeper, then I'm a monkey's uncle. Anyone with half a brain would choose to go get painkillers rather than do the ridiculous thing by 'toughing it out'. It seemed like one of the most basic things to any living creature; if you were in pain, you found a way to stop it/dull it/whatever. So for Ripley to not want to go to the infirmary now, while she had the oh-so-helpful assistance of Johnny Do-Good over here, was something Azryel found odd.
Humiliation, exhaustion, misery. It was obvious she was suffering heavily from all three, but that still didn't change the fact that she'd be better off stopping at the infirmary now while Cordin was carrying her, rather than try and hobble down the stairs with a throbbing, aching foot and no one nearby to help her. Then she'd be suffering from Pain, Bad Decisions, and even MORE misery.
The good doctor blinked, realizing he was putting way too much thought into this. If she wanted to go to the infirmary now or later was none of his concern. Honestly, how much did he really need to care? Not even a pebble's worth, apparently.
Azryel let out a resigned sigh. Oh yes, this is what he wanted to do with his time; follow the haremaid and this obnoxious buck like a little lost puppy, ready to drop everything and help at a moment's notice. "She shouldn't face any trouble from here to the infirmary, Corporal, unless an insane badger suddenly decided to jump in front of and devour you alive." A none too subtle jab at their resident Badger Lord, it became quite clear to the two hares that Lieutenant Black was no fan of Braythe the Savage. Knowing that if he refused now, however, that Cordin would probably annoy him twice as much in the future, Azryel sought to lessen his own suffering, not further it, and thus silently agreed to Cordin's request. Keeping pace just behind the pair, Azryel absentmindedly rolled his sleeves down, a signal that he felt his work here was truly finished for the time being.
“Cordin,” Ripley started awkwardly. She wanted to say ‘Thank-you’ but was finding it harder than it should have been. “Er. I don’t need t’go to the infirmary, jus’ to my room.” Nice Ripley, you’re the worst. “I want t’get cleaned up, I’ll find a way over to see the infirmary keeper in a bit.” Well, probably not. A couple months ago she’d broken a finger kickboxing. Her brother had helped her splint it and she’d totally avoided the infirmary.
Oh yes. If you plan on actually going to see the infirmary keeper, then I'm a monkey's uncle. Anyone with half a brain would choose to go get painkillers rather than do the ridiculous thing by 'toughing it out'. It seemed like one of the most basic things to any living creature; if you were in pain, you found a way to stop it/dull it/whatever. So for Ripley to not want to go to the infirmary now, while she had the oh-so-helpful assistance of Johnny Do-Good over here, was something Azryel found odd.
Humiliation, exhaustion, misery. It was obvious she was suffering heavily from all three, but that still didn't change the fact that she'd be better off stopping at the infirmary now while Cordin was carrying her, rather than try and hobble down the stairs with a throbbing, aching foot and no one nearby to help her. Then she'd be suffering from Pain, Bad Decisions, and even MORE misery.
The good doctor blinked, realizing he was putting way too much thought into this. If she wanted to go to the infirmary now or later was none of his concern. Honestly, how much did he really need to care? Not even a pebble's worth, apparently.
