Who

Renalde, Jorlen

What

Renalde's healing slowly, and Jorlen comes to play.

When

It is afternoon of the fourth day of the fifth month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Infirmary

OOC Date 10 Mar 2016 07:00

 

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"You are no child. Don't act like one."


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Infirmary

Sterile and scoured, the surfaces of the infirmary, well-tended and beloved by the complement of Healers due a weyr of Southern's size. Soothing tissane simmers at the large hearth, while comfortable chairs circle that particular feature in a waiting-room of sorts. Tables of dull-gleaming oldtimer metal lie as examining slabs, neatly lined in rows with pull-curtains enabling full privacy as needed. A low wall separates the southern half of the room from the rest, and those practicing the apothecary's trade can be seen compounding medicines under the watchful eye of the posted Master.


Jorlen walks in carrying a stand and a pack with a something kinda large stuffed in it. He heads over to one of the healers and after a brief conversation, he ends with, "I'll setup and see if any of the patients would like to hear something." The healer walks away and Jorlen sets up the stands and pulls a portable instrument out of the pack and begins to softly tune it.

It's been a few days since Renalde was pulled out of the side of a mountain. The time spent in the caves was only a few days, but it took its toll on Renalde's constitution. Despite the warmth from hot springs the older man first fell into illness, which within the cold had morphed into pneumonia. Knowing the type of patient Renalde tends to be the healers have decided to keep him sedated as possible, though they have to let him wake up from time to time. A fog hangs about the usually dynamic man, and he lays quietly in his bed as he tries to make some sense of the world about him.

Jorlen frowns a bit as none of the patients appear to be coherent enough to engage in converstaion. After a few moments he shrugs a bit and with a somewhat quiet voice, "If anybody has something they'd like to hear, not hear, or if you prefer quiet, let me know. Until then, some harpers and healers thought some music might do some good." And with that Jorlen starts on a slow and fairly soft tune on his Dulcimer, making a point to avoid anything jarring.

With a distinct lack (you would think they would WANT to not be boring…) of any noticable stimuli, it doesn't take much for Renalde to pull his attention from nowhwere and focus it in on the young man starting to play. He'll be worried about the weakness in his hands a little bit later, as he lifts an arm and twitches a finger at Jorlen. Come closer~

Jorlen catches site of the finger as he finishes his first selection and he slides his stand a little closer to Renalde's bed. "Not after my ear again are you? Anything in particular you'd like to hear?" Jorlen doesn't really wait for answer as he starts in on another tune, keeping it soft enough to talk over.

No matter how out-of-it Renalde might be at the moment, when he fixes those pale eyes on Jorlen, it's without a sense of pity. He would be more scary if when he opened his mouth his voice didn't come out in a hoarse whisper, "You are no child. Don't act like one." So, his sense of humor, not improved by being an invalid. "Landrae's Ballad." An old Fort tune, it's possible the young man might not even know it.

Jorlen thinks for a few moments trying a few things before, "Ah, think I got it. I did spent a little time up at the hall up north before I came down to southern. Heard it a few times up there." With that he starts in on the piece, with a couple chords slightly different than the original, but still there. Trying to keep things somewhat friendly he ignores the child retort for now, "The healers say how long they expect you to be in here?"

As Jorlen begins to strum Renalde closes his eyes and leans back against his pillows again. He'll let the music wash over him and settle him into the moment. Jorlen's question is met with silence for a bit before, "No." Unahppy Renalde right there. He's a bit of a work-a-holic, and is going to be out of comission for a bit. :(

Jorlen continues the tune as he comtemplates the unhappy Ren. "Are the healers letting you get updates about the hold at all or you under a strict nothing hold related regimen?" He keeps playing for a few moments, "I should hear about walking in a couple sevendays myself."

"I have reports delivered." If Jorlen looks off to one side he'll see a pile of them gathering up slowly. No one in their right MIND would keep Renalde from knowing what he wants. Of course, they're all unopened which hints strongly that the Lord Warder simply doesn't have the energy to delve into the knowledge delivered to him. His eyes remain closed as he relaxes into the music. "You are old enough." To walk.

Jorlen finishes the song with a flurish. "True, though enough of the masters have to agree I'm also good enough. Playing an uncommon instrument makes that tougher. So any other requests?". He looks at the stack of unopened reports and decides against further inquiry on that subject.

Renalde shifts in his bed, but only so he can lay down on that bed. "They will. If you act properly." His eyes are firmly closed now, and his moment of wakefulness is swiftly coming to an end. "No. Thank you." The last whisper is soft, almost nothing more than a breath of air.

Jorlen shrugs a bit, "Well, hopefully. Anyway, rest well." With that he strikes one last chord before packing up his gear and heading back towards the rest of the weyr. He pauses briefly with one last look towards the patients before making his exit.

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