Valenia, Yukie


Crossing paths, Yukie and Valenia briefly engage in professional discussion.


It is midmorning of the seventh day of the second month of the first turn of the 12th pass.


Infirmary, Igen Weyr

OOC Date


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From the astringent smell of redwort, to the gleam of counter and cabinet, this place positively defines the concept of antiseptic cleanliness. Despite the yawning exit to the Dragonhealer Courtyard, the floors remain scrupulously swept of sand and particulate matter. Back behind the counter where the healers usually are, are shelves full of bottles and jars, as well as cupboards hiding away more delicate items that shouldn't be exposed to too much sand. Beyond the counter, there is the Desk, where patients are checked in and taken to one of the examination areas by a healer. The windows are usually kept open for the flow of air, but there is both shutters to shut out dust storms, and curtains for other occasions.
Valenia is here.
Obvious exits:
Dragonhealer Yard Inner Caverns

-- On Pern --
It is 10:56 AM where you are.
It is midmorning of the seventh day of the second month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the thirty-seventh day of Winter and 34 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind.
In Southern:
It is the thirty-seventh day of Summer and 114 degrees. It is sunny and bright. White fluffy clouds drift lazily across the china blue sky.

Valenia hasn't been a common face in the infirmary since she first arrived in Igen, but this morning, she's been seen in and out of the cavern several times already, each time with a set of hides or parchments in hand. From appearances, she is collaborating on a report of sorts with the Weyrhealer, though she hasn't said as much. She has a pleasant smile for those in the infirmary each time, and this one is no different.

Yukie's arrival to the infirmary is with little fanfare, the girl dressed in shades of pale blues that make up a free-flowing dress, though the loose cloak she wears is white. The dusty hem and the fact that she's pushing back the hood of the garment suggest that she's been out on rounds in the bazaar. The empty wicker basket that her arms are looped through is another testament to her errands of mercy. Pausing at one of the tables, the younger healer sets down her basket and starts to unclasp the cloak and tug it off. "Valenia," the warm, light voice is serent, calm. "It's good to see you. How is Vergora?" One cannot see Valenia and not ask after Vergora.

Valenia makes a note on one of the hides already left for the Weyrhealer. She looks up when Yukie enters, then nods in reply to the other woman's greeting. "No change," she answers succinctly, though her tone positive. At this point, it would be no secret to the other Healers that "no change" beats the alternative. "She has bad moments, rather than bad days, so at least some of our treatments might be helping," she murmurs, making one last note before leaving the latest stack of notes and reports. "Nothing definitive. How fare the bazaar residents?"

"At least she is better than she was before," Yukie's gentle tone carries a certainty there, that points to Valenia's arrival. "They are as well as can be expected. Some of the refugees are still too shy to come to the infirmary. Some of them are too stubborn. Other than the occasional cold, cough, and scrape, they are generally healthy. Just squeezed." She frowns slightly, tucking the white linen that once sheltered medicinal and food items in her basket. "I'm thinking about taking a journey down the road, to the edge of the weyr's influence. Those people need help." The braid her hair was in has started to come undone, probably by the cloak's hood, which leaves the healer in a slightly unkempt look. She pulls off the white kid gloves she was wearing, and nestles them into her basket. "Soon we'll have Candidates." Quiet observation more than anything.

"I'm sure they are thankful for whatever attention our Craft can give them," Valenia replies, giving Yukie a warm smile, "even if they do not realize it sometimes. As might be expected, my own intentions have been highly questioned. But that is often the case even when they are not in such a delicate situation." There seem to be no hard feelings, though, going by the older woman's pleasant expression. Comes with the territory. "As for candidates, I have been considering asking for compulsory examinations by myself, and one of our apprentices who is interested in mindhealing. Nothing definitive, more a… before and after study."

"One's life should never be lived at the bottom of a fellis bottle," Yukie comments, tone serene but with a core of strength there yet. Valenia is given calm, limpid dark blue-green eyes as the younger healer soaks up the wisdom that Valenia has to offer, having been a healer for probably as long or longer than Yukie's been alive. "I support, however little that means, what you've done with Vergora." Such gentle caring in the girl's expression for the former Weyrwoman. "That sounds like an interesting study, especially surrounding how a dragon influences one's internal outlook. I'm not hugely skilled in mindhealing myself, beyond my apprentice studies, but I would be happy to lend whatever hand you might need."

Valenia's return smile might seem a little more on the polite side, but her tone reflects her sincerity as she states, "Any and all support is always appreciated." She folds her hands against the waistline of her skirt. "As for the candidates, I will need to speak with the Weyrhealer first, and from there… whomever it is we would need to seek after that," she adds, far from a Weyr native. "Perhaps I should figure that out before I speak with the Weyrhealer, actually. If you'll excuse me," she says, giving Yukie a small nod, smiling warmly as she walks toward the doors leading to the inner caverns. "Likewise, if I can offer help next time you work with the refugees, please let me know." She gives her fellow Healer a last nod, then disappears deeper into the Weyr.
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