08-28-05

Characters involved: Keita & Rahier.

Salamandastron: Infirmary

Staring up at the darkened ceiling with wide open eyes, Keita has apparently been unable to obtain the elusive creature that is sleep. Most of the lanterns have been turned down for the sake of the other be-cotted creatures, and there's nary a sound in the room save for the occasional snore or sleep-snuffle.

Rahier peeks his head quietly into the infirmary. He always finds it just a bit odd when it's so full, especially of the battle-scarred. Or maybe he's just polite. His blinking is thankfully inaudible -cartoon *blink!* *blink!*?- err, ahem. He scuttles inside, hands held before him, in front of his waist. He wanders his way down the cots, peering at each bundled, bandage-swathed hare.

The sound of footsteps is the first thing Keita's heard since Dosu's leaving and so she lifts her head, ears swiveling in Rahier's direction. At the sight of the familiar face - and his somehow dibbun-like, cautious movements - the doe grins. Waiting, just waiting, for him to wander by.

Rahier continues to blink some. Having come from his comparatively brightly-lit room, this is quite the contrast. Well, he doesn't need to very well to make sure everyone's sleeping soundly. At Keita's cot he pauses, looking at its twin on the opposite wall of the room, and its soundly snoozing occupant.

Keita's grin twists into a mischievous smirk and the doe - quietly, so quietly - picks up her crutch from the side of the cot, lifts it, leeeeeans forward, and pokes him squarely in the small of the back.

Yeep. This is roughly the noise Rahier makes... yeep. It's not quite an eep, but quiet too, hence, the yeep. He starts only a little, apparently, unable to be scared to the point of yelling and waking everyone up. That's happened.. too frequently, but we won't go there. "Hey..." he says, suspiciously, upon turning, and then breaks into a grin. "Hey, you. Always causing trouble, eh?"

Snickering quietly, Keita sets the crutch down alongside her and sits back again, arms tucked behind her head to provide further cushiony comfort. "That's what they tell me." Beam.

"Mrmm, I never thought I'd have t'deal with -you- in my infirm'ry." Clucks the healer, like one of 'them', the gossipers. XD Ahem. With a quiet grin, he sidles to her cot and seats himself upon the familiar, worn stool. "I'd ask how y'were feelin', but y'jus' look too smug." He gives her the usual friendly nudge to the arm with his fist.

Keita rubs her arm and wrinkles her nose at him. "Someone's got t' keep up their spirits 'round this lot. All they do is lie 'round 'n' moan all the time." The nudge isn't returned, since she already did the nudging via crutch.

"Oh, come now, everyone's entitled t' it every once in awhile.. they jus' happen t'do it a lot here. All at once." Infirmary humor. Rah's grin never falters, true to form. "Sorry I haven't come 'round earlier. S'been a bit busy, y'unnerstand." He sounds rather sorry about that.

Keita shrugs as if it's not a thing at all, though she can't help the slight broadening of her grin at his explanation. After all, she had been starting to wonder whether he'd show. "Ah, don't ya even be talkin' about sorry. 'Tis just good t' see ya."

"'Tis good t'see y'too," he replies, with that unshakable goofy grin. XD Well. He looks crafty for a moment, sneaking a look to the open left, before fishing in his pocket. "Almos' f'got about this," This is rather unlikely, "But I made y'somethin'." He holds forth a small wooden figure in his paw. It's a rather average likeness of Keita. Well, he's no artist. But obvious care's gone into it.. he even painted it to look like her, down to the mug she holds and her merry expression. XD He beams. "Haven't had a chance t'give it t'you in all th'craziness."

Keita's eyes light up at the sight of the small figure and she takes it, resting it in her palm as she turns it this way and that. Hee. There aren't many occasions where one finds themselves gifted with small likenesses of themselves. The doe looks back up, her nose crinkling up and looking rather goofily pleased by it all. "Thanks, Rah. 'Tis brilliant." She sets it standing up on her flat palm, then, grinningly, pokes a claw-tip at the figurine's right leg. Her amusement at its having a leg and her not is predictably inappropriate, but she sniggers all the same.

Rahier can appreciate morbid humor; after all, look at the profession he's in. He shakes his head. XD Of course, he's inwardly very happy she likes it. And the leg. "Yeh, well, call her unlucky that she didn't have an infirm'ry stay with someone as great as me." Beam. Ahehehe. He stretches, and looks about. "What with us awake at this ungodly hour." Snerk. "Y'have prob'ly had enough rest t'last a week."

Keita rooooolls her eyes, and nods /firmly/ in agreement. "I'm sick 'n' tired o' all the bloody rest. I go t' sleep just t' escape the boredom." She fiddles with her new Keita Action Figure, making it walk over Sir Stumpy. Teehee.

With karate-chop action. Rah laughs.. well, chuckles, really, we can't be laughing and waking everyone up. Positively callous. "Yeh, yeh, I know how that is." He's been laid up before, after all. "Who's runnin' th'place while you're gone?" He refers to the tavern, naturally.

Keita smirks, rather pleased with the answer she's about to issue. "Some hares Majah Jarril put in place." Ha. Ahaha. This too amuses her. "He's rathah nice bloke when he's not tryin' t' set yer village on fire, y'know." She nods judiciously.

Rahier snickers in what seems like an endless fashion. "...That jus' seems... odd." More headshaking. "M'boy seems t'have taken t'him, anyway." The major reclines some, using the nightstand as a backrest. "But I'd give 'im a thump if he tried burnin' down your place." Hehehe.

[Abrupt ending to the log.]

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