Bandages. Numbweed. Fellis Juice. Wine.
Tikhan carefully stocked each, making sure that each one was placed just so. It probably didn't matter at the moment if everything was helter-skelter, but when Riders and their Dragons blinked back into the space overhead, each bellowing in a unified pain- well, it was better to have everything orderly and where you could find it. Years upon years of working as a Journeyman Healer had taught Tikhan this.

As he rhythmically worked, his Master paced behind him, bellowing orders to apprentices and lesser Journeymen. This was an important day for the Healers, and they had very important people to take care of.

Tikhan masked his smile, falling into his rhythm of stacking things into the baskets.
Bandages. Numbweed. Fellis Juice. Wine.
This was a steady, albeit boring, work. It was important, too. But it was also relaxing. It kept the young Journeyman from worrying about Riders and Dragons disappearing forever Between.

It kept him from worrying about Hannele.

Besides, as Weyrwoman Adeena always said "Poor planning produces problems"

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She checked the straps, securing one here, and loosening one there. Her hands were steady, as well as gentle. She tugged hard on one strap, testing to be sure that it would take her weight if she slipped off of Quendieth's back.

You will not slip, Hannelemine

Smiling and shaking her head at her Dragon's prideful folly, Hannele again pulled hard on the straps. They stretched taut, and held. Allowing a scant smile to grace her lips, Hannele turned away from Quendieth. She reached back, and swiftly braided her glossy brown locks. Once braided, she wrapped the plait around her head twice, and tucked the tail up and under. Now her hair would be out of the way.

Serious gray eyes regarded the Weyrbowl with steady confidence. Her wing was good. Their Wingleader was the cream of the crop. Their Dragons were the best.

I am fast, Hannelemine. Very fast. Thread won't catch me!

"Of course not." She replied to her Dragon's declaration. She didn't bother asking Quendieth if she was ready. The Green dragon was always ready to 'play.' She fed Quendieth a chunk of Firestone, while she scanned the Healer staging area for her cousin Tikhan. They had grown up together, and reunited here, six years ago, when the then-sixteen Hannele had Impressed. Hannele knew how he worried, and she sought to comfort him, and bolster his courage.

He shouldn't worry. I won't let you fall

"I know, dearest." Hannele replied absently. "But he worries anyway. don't be offended. He loves me as if we were brother and sister instead of cousins. That's all."

Quendieth's mental huff whiffled through Hannele's mind, and she couldn't help but smile.