Midmorning and it's already stupidly hot outside. Doesn't bode well for the later hours, that's for certain. At least overnight wasn't so bad and the skies, for now, are clear. Divale has just wrapped up her early morning training as a dragonhealer and with a few moments to spare before the rest of her day is consumed with other tasks and Parhelion related drills, training or PT, she's going to enjoy a moment of "peace" in the infirmary. It's not as odd as one would think; she was a healer aide once and a few wonder if she wasn't more before her time in the Underground. There's always some menial task to do and she'll ignore any odd looks she may get from her inquiry but if she can spend a few minutes properly folding bandages or aiding in organizing other supplies, she'll do it. It's simple, boring work and it's exactly what she needs.

Saria is used to the heat. I mean, she respects it. She knows you hae to be careful about it. But she's not going to complain about it or anything. She just is getting a lot of water for herself. Drinking, bringing some water with her as she arrives back at the infirmary, stopping to see what's going on, or if there are things hse needs to do. Seeing Divale, she smiles "Hi, did you need something?"

For the second time in as many days, L'xan is making an appearance in the infirmary. He certainly does not have any reason to be here. He'll just assume Saria's offer of assistance is a general one. Dialing up the charm he speaks. "Uh, yes apprentice, I was wondering if I could review the records I had to copy yesterday. I need to be sure we have all the relevant information. For our investigation, you understand." He tips his head and looks suitable officious.

Divale begins to reply to Saria, looking up as if from a daze as she sets aside another bandage, but stops herself short when L'xan's voice chimes in. There's a slight, but noticeable, roll of her eyes for the dialled up charm and a smirk, but she'll not interrupt despite the temptation to do so. "I'm fine," she explains belatedly to the young Apprentice. "Just helping out a bit between my training here and my duties later." Vague, but a truthful answer.

Saria snickers to Divale, taking a seat on the desk she works from. "Oh, great. Just making sure since usually I'm the one who does what you're doing, when I'm not doing a lesson. But I'm totally fine with you doing it." But now she's being asked an actual question, so she hops back to her feet, and faces L'xan. "Oh uh, sorry but… which records are these again?" she asks quickly, trying ot make sure she knows what she's looking for here.

L'xan flicks a quick glance at Divale, pursing his lips. She complicates things. "The candidate physical notes from the last clutch. We just want to be sure we're taking proper care of one the unfortunates who failed to impress." He holds his hands out harmlessly, his voice and expression one of professional concern. "Of course if you're busy…I do know where they were kept. Areena herself showed me where they are." He trots out the name of one of the midwives, who also does her turn with general infirmary business.

"Don't mean to intrude on your territory," Divale muses dryly to Saria and with a vague smile that hints at a little more amusement than she lets on. "But I figured it'd not be a task you'd mind having done. It will leave you time for other pressing matters," Such as record searching! She'll dart a look to L'xan and she senses what he's up to; or assumes enough to earn a slightly hardened look from her, all while she idly continues about the task she'd started. From the way her jaw works silently too, she's trying real hard not to snark at the bronzerider. It doesn't last. "I didn't think, as Parhelion Wingriders, we'd access to those records or the clearance to read them?"

Saria is much more susceptible to L'xan's charms than Divale is, apparently. Then again she's not exactly in tune with rider politics, so all the details of this would not register with her. "Oh, physicals, yes, we have those," she smiles to L'xan, nodding before then hopping over to get to searching. "I think they're here, let me see. When did you say they were taken?"

L'xan is not here for the reasons Divale suspects. Unless he really is the last person Selaine has told. He gives her a tight grimace, returning her hardened look for one that scores higher on the mohs scale. Thankfully the apprentice (bless her) doesn't appear to have heard Divale. "Actually? You know what? I think they might be in the back there." He flashes a charming smile, and gestures to somewhere far away from his actual objective. "Um. When did you impress again Divale?" She'd actually know better than him.

There's a very valid reason Divale doesn't fall for L'xan's charms. She's aware of it and that it's mostly focused to Saria (thankfully!), but that doesn't stop her from smirking about it. A few more bandages are wound and set aside, but her gaze is primarily focused on the Apprentice, watching her carefully (or is that interest?) and then back to L'xan with that not-so veiled narrowed glare. "Most recent clutch, Rhiscorath and Abraxath's. Winter." she supplies in a clipped 'why the hell do you care' sort of tone.

Saria bends over the store of records, starting to search, when L'xan points her in another direction. She's inexperienced enough that she buys it, and nods with a laugh. "Oh sorry, right. Um, elt me look over there then." Dashing over to where she's pointed, she resumes her search, bending over the records biting her lip, digging in.

L'xan is actually surprised his ploy worked so well. But not surprised enough to not take advantage of the opportunity that he has created. Quietly, he flips through the recent admissions records his expression a little bored. That is until he reaches an entry that makes him pause, he literally looks like he has just been punched in the gut. NOT GOOD NEWS. Naturally Divale isn't a priority right now, he needs the time to regain his composure and replace the records with little evidence to show his interference. Rubbing his jaw and just generally looking unhappy it is very apparent his attention is not in the infirmary right now.

Well, well! Divale's not so blind in her dislike of L'xan not to notice that change in him after he's completed his true task in flipping through the recent admission records. She'd have loved to call him out on that, but she's far more intrigued by his reaction and lured for all the wrong reasons. If this isn't about what she'd assumed, she's definitely curious now. Taking the finished bits of her work, she'll move to set them where they need to go, bringing her closer to the bronzerider. She'll turn her head to be sure Saria is still on her hunt and, satisfied that she's preoccupied, move on to quietly barbing L'xan. "Was it worth it to snoop?" she muses, careful to keep her voice lowered but there's a not-so nice smirk that follows.

Saria is really intent at her work. Digging in, she completely misses L'xan using his feint to dig in where he's ot supposed to. Biting her lip, she calls out without looking up "I'm totally not seeing it here. You sure this is the right place?"

It takes him far longer than usual to regain his falsely charming mask, dragging one hand through the sandy-streaks of his hair he exhales. "Uh. I'm sure it was here." Hopefully that dulled tone of voice can be mistaken for confusion right? "I might have to get back to you. Maybe it's not a copy we have on file at all. It could be the original." He wants out. Now. "But thank you for looking." The smile he directs at the healer apprentice is a little strained, but she won't know better. Now is not the time to goad him Divale. "Give me one more reason to talk to R'xim about you, wingrider. One. More. Reason."

Divale quirks a brow when L'xan continues to lead Saria on with that false charm and the false records. Really? Really? He's going to threaten her with another lecture? "I'm sure he'd *love* to hear what you've been up to just right now." she mutters low. Oh, she's going to push it. She knows it too, from the smug look in her eyes and the smirk still curving her lips. Poor Saria, caught blissfully unaware in it all. "What're you going to tell him? That I caught you doing this," She flicks a hand briefly to those admission records. "While I was helping in the Infirmary after my Dragonhealing training?" Sarcastic emphasis there. "Which of us looks worse off, right now?" With the last of the bandages put away, she'll glance sidelong to L'xan. Well?

Saria turns around to see the two looking so cheery at each other. She squints, and leans her hip on a table, pursing her lips and considerin gthis without saying a singel word to get in between the two.

L'xan is well aware of how this looks. It isn't his proudest moment, but it isn't exactly his lowest moment either. "What you're so worried about…has already happened. This isn't my first visit to the infirmary lately." Although his first one was sanctioned and monitored appropriately. "So far, you've done very little to justify that attitude of yours. And I have very real concerns about how well you'll have my back should it need protecting." This is given in a low voice to prevent disturbing the paitents, and Saria. The smile stretches thin across his exhausted face. "You like lost causes right? Perhaps I'll tell you about mine." He snorts sardonically. "Not here, not now."

"Do you want me to swear to that too?" Divale's tone is cold and a little edged there when she fires that retort back at L'xan on his concerns about her watching his back. She's still ruffled by R'xim's lecture. His offer is met with a less glared look and one of darker intrigue. "Later, then? Over drinks?" It's probably not the expected answer, but her eyes are suddenly darting away to where Saria is standing by the table. What was that about charm? Because Divale's taking her turn at it, with a small but warm smile. "Sorry," she apologizes in a tone that is far more welcoming and friendly than what she's been using on the bronzerider. "Didn't mean to interrupt your work."

Saria snickers, eyes still flicking between the two, sa the tone seems to change. "IT's fine. I don't lnow what's going on. But it seems like everyone has what they need anyway? I guess I'll stop looking then."

L'xan nods curtly. "Despite what you think of me brownrider. I'm not that stupid." He refers of course to the doing of nefarious deeds while there are witnesses present. While he still looks grim, there is the slightest easing of the tension about his eyes. He must be desperate if he's considering taking Divale into his confidence. "I must offer my apologies as well. Normally I have much better manners." When he's you know not being all mysteriously derranged and stuff. "As I said, it's entirely possible that we didn't copy the records, we may have taken them." The charmingly apologetic mask is slapped back on with a vengence. "I'm L'xan, rider of bronze Nokteryth." Tall, blonde and bronze-rider-y, L'xan is back.

"Could have fooled me," Divale mutters almost under her breath to L'xan and then follows that with more of an amused smirk. That? Was more harmless teasing and not further goading. Honest! Though it's hard to tell if she was commenting on him being not that stupid, having better manners or both. She'll bite her tongue at the continued spun story about the records, but speak to offer her name. "Divale, rider of brown Lukoith." Just being herself, as always. She chuckles dryly then to Saria, "Unless you've more bandages to roll, I believe I'm done. I'll leave some of the little things for the rest of you to tackle."

Saria goes back across to where the other two are, and takes a seat on the corner of the desk where she's usually parked. Not interfering with the half-finished work Divale is apparently going to leave for her to finish. "I'm Saria. Healer Apprentice." she grins to L'xan, with a wave. Then she looks to Divale to give a similar smilel and wave. "Thanks for the help. I really do mean it that I'd have to do all the ones you don't."

"Saria, that's a pretty name." L'xan isn't above using compliments to ease the memory of his presence here, but it is a somewhat removed pleasantry seeing as the apprentice appears to be about half his age. "Yes. Divale, you are most helpful. I'm sure Saria would always appreciate your… assistance." A whisper of deviltry plays about his lips momentarily, before the absolute crap-show that is his life right now wipes it away.

Divale dips her head in a respectful nod to Saria, a faint smile still in place. "I know. I remember what it was like. So, I'm happy to help with those tasks," There's emphasis there again, a little flat but not so much directed at her as it is L'xan. Since it's to him she's narrowing her eyes again before her expression shifts to something a little more wry. If only he knew. "Would you like to help too, L'xan? The work isn't too difficult. Even for the non-healer trained." It's mostly meant to further tease the bronzerider and she doesn't expect him to help. Neither does she linger much longer herself, leaving soon after her work there is done.