Shard it all between. {Boo}

Tedaon held a bubbly pie in his right hand and swatted at his black firelizard with his left stump as it attempted to snap at the pie in his hand. He shook his head and stopped when he saw what looked like a young female, or a very effeminate male, turn and limp into the infirmary. Apparently he already had his work cut out for him and he was barely returned from getting a snack, He wondered briefly where the other healers were but shrugged realising that waiting here would undoubtedly get him into more than a little bit of trouble considering that the female looked more than a little bit in pain. He began walking a little faster as Neras flew around him in circles moving from his head to his feet in a spiral type formation.

He walked into the infirmary and, in one look knew what he would have to do.
"Yes, yes, no need to shout, I can hear you." Tedaon replied gruffly.
He wasn't sure whether or not he had just offended his patient but it hardly mattered. There was blood almost everywhere so he doubted there would be a problem. Neras flitted around the infirmary at high pace and perched himself on a chair before taking off again and landing on Tedaon's shoulder. Tedaon grabbed some numbweed, hissop, cloths and bandages. It looked to be quite deep but should heal up fine. Regardless, leaving it alone would no doubt cause more problems than it helped.

"What have we done here?" He asked casually, setting to work cleaning up the blood, pressing some cloth padding against the wound with his stump of a hand. Neras had taken to hovering nearby the head of the girl in a concerned way. Now that Tedaon was closer he was almost certain that his patient was actually a male. For one thing... The anatomy was hardly feminine... He didn't bother asking, of course, guessing he would be able to figure out as much from the voice if anything.

As he thought more he realised that he recognised the patient as one of the Riders... He had been to each impression at the A green dragon was it? So his patient was probably a girl. His expression darkened momentarily as this thought crossed his mind. He sat still for a long moment, as though frozen. With a quivering voice he posed a question.
"How's your... Dragon...?" He asked slowly, setting to work again with a little bit of calm caution.

He deviated his mind from the thoughts, attempting to prevent the clawing thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. He would have to pay attention to what was happening and not allow himself to slip. Already Neras was beginning to look far more like Diasith...

From the voice and it's seeming deepness it sounded like it was more feminine but there was nothing else to suggest that the patient before him was a female so therefore Tedaon came to the conclusion that the patient was, in fact, a male. With that cleared up he could clear his mind a little. It had just been more about knowing precisely whom he was dealing with. The only problem was that he only recognised people who had impressed dragons, the colour they had impressed and not who they were or which specific dragon they rode. Once he would have known just about every rider on Pern. Once Diasith would have projected the thoughts to his mind but Diasith had since become so quiet. Never speaking only showing him images. He had thought about talking more sternly with the dragon and asking what was wrong but he knew that would only shatter that he, they had.

"Better to look worse than it is than be worse than it looks." He muttered quietly, "Rocks can certainly be more problematic than one may think initially... It is a very easy matter to grow an infection if rocks get stuck in a wound."
He nodded his head a little when it was confirmed that the dragon was OK. It was important to check always... He knew precisely what kind of bond a rider had with their dragon. He subconsciously placed his amputated arm in his lap as though trying to keep it from himself.

He kept cleaning the blood and then started applying the hissop and numbweed together. One to clean the wound of any infection that could take hold and the other to, obviously, eliminate any pain that the other male felt. Numbweed was useful for a great number of things but there was always the problem that it did not necessarily sterilise the wound. The next question caused Tedaon to stop for a moment. Frozen a little. He imagined that people did know him or at least know of him. But he assumed that it was more because of the fact that he was a Healer... And a rider.
"Perhaps... Have you been here in the infirmary before?" He asked after a moment, voice quivering slightly.

Tedaon noticed the slightly nervous tone in his patient. He forced an encouraging smile and shook his head a little. There were no rocks... Or if there were he had already managed to clear them out of the wounds. He hadn't really thought saying as much would have been a problem. Apparently it served to make the other male a little anxious. It was something he should really have considered before throwing the comment out in such a flippant manner. He had been healing for how long now? Most of the time he was so incredibly guarded with what he said yet he had not been just now. He continued cleaning away, the dried blood mostly gone... He could see the gashes now at least.

When the patient laughed Tedaon smiled once again and relaxed a little visibly a little more comfortable with the situation. Still, the dead look always remained in his eyes no matter how much Tedaon actually wanted to smile with his whole face. He continued to hold bandages to the wounds to stem the flow of blood and almost laughed himself when he was asked whether they were done. He merely shook his head and looked back at the male.
"It won't take as long as a broken arm or something but I have to make certain that nothing is wrong at all with the wound. It's deep and therefore needs a little more care so sterilising it and placing bandages on it is all that's needed." He replied calmly.

He wondered for the briefest moment whether there was a dragon, a green he was certain, pacing about somewhere fretfully. He wondered what Diasith had looked like when he had sustained his worst injury ever, whether he had keened and worried about what was happening. He glanced over at the dragon for a moment and then back at the wounded leg of his patient. He remembered the connection between himself and his beloved Black... The pain that the two of them shared... It was still difficult to understand precisely how that bond worked.
"Tedaon, by the way." He decided to say after a moment.
It would be far easier for him if he knew the name of his patient after all.