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It was five days after the Fall in which J'ral was injured severely. During those five days, he wasn't allowed to leave the healing hall, though he hasn't felt like leaving for the most part. Only in the last day has he been able to get up and move around the healing hall without too much pain.

He was currently resting when F'lar and F'nor entered the hall. The two of them headed over to his bed after taking a quick look around the rest of the hall. Only four beds other than his were occupied. One of the fellow patients would be released after the end of the day. The other three would be longer.

"J'ral," began F'lar once he was by the bed and noticed that J'ral was awake, but resting. "I'm glad to see that you're better. Any idea on how long you'll be here?"

When J'ral answered, he didn't look at F'lar or F'nor. "Weyrleader, I do not know how much longer I'll be here. It will be until the Weyrhealer decides to release me." Now he opened up his eyes to look at his visitors. "F'lar, I know that it won't be too much longer. The majority of my scores have healed well enough and didn't get infected."

F'lar was relived to hear this. He needed to know so that he could schedule a way for the whole Weyr to practice as a whole with J'ral issuing commands the way he does in the real Fall. "Well, we need you as soon as we can, J'ral. Before you went out of action during the last Fall, we only had one scoring, and a mild one at that. By that point in time, I normally would have at least one person seriously injured and several that had to return to the Weyr for quick treatments before going back out. What we need to do is try to find a way to prevent what happened last time, should you ever go out of action."

Unknown to F'lar, J'ral had been contemplating this ever since the Fall and he knew what happened to the rest of the Weyr. "F'lar, I've been thinking about it a lot. I feel that we need to practice as a whole any conceivable way that I would get taken out so that the rest of the Weyr knows."

"I know, J'ral. It's just that we can't until you're better."

"No, you can," J'ral said, drawing a surprised look from F'lar. "I don't need to be there for you to practice an incident like that. If Jameth's up to it, he can fly for a minute than jump between saying that J'ral's injured and is out for the rest of the Fall."

"Hmm," F'lar said thoughtfully, "you might be right. I'll have to think about it."

"That's an excellent idea," said F'nor. "I think I know some ways to put a practice together with this in mind." Turning to J'ral, he asked, "Any idea how long until Jameth's healed enough?"

"No, but I can ask," J'ral said as he asked Jameth, How long until you're healed enough for a short flight?

One more day before I'm allowed brief flights lasting no more than ten minutes. A sevenday before I can fly the length of a Fall.

Thanks. Would you mind doing brief practices with the Weyr, pretending that I'm injured and am out for the rest of the Fall?

That wouldn't be a problem, I don't think.

"Jameth says that starting tomorrow he'll be able to do short, ten minute flights. Also, there won't be a problem with him practicing with the Weyr."

"Good," was all F'lar said before leaving the side of the bed.

As F'lar and F'nor left the healer hall, they walked down the narrow passage way to the kitchens. Inside, there was the confused chatter as most of the Weyr was eating inside. At several tables, F'lar could tell that some Wingleaders were having informal meetings with members of their Wings. F'lesson was one, talking to a young female with the shoulder knots of a green rider.

"F'lesson," F'lar said as he passed by the table, "if you have a minute, I would like to talk with you quickly."

"I'll be a minute, F'lar," replied F'lesson as he looked up from the conversation he was in. "Sarie and I were just discussing the training flight."

"Understood. F'nor and I'll be at our normal table."

As F'lar finished speaking, he started off towards a table along the wall on the far side of the kitchens. Due to its unique position, it was well lit during the majority of the day. During the morning, the light came in from the opening of the cavern and in the afternoon and early evening, the light entered from a small opening in the rocks from above. Because of this, it has often been used by the Weyrleaders from as far back as Benden has been around.

While he was waiting for F'lesson, F'lar served himself some wherry sandwiches that were made from a grilled wherry from last night's dinner. He also served himself a glass of klah from the pitcher on the table.

"F'lar, may I ask what you need me for?" asked F'lesson as he sat down opposite F'lar and F'nor.

"Certainly," replied F'lar. "I've just been talking to J'ral. He came up with the same idea as we did for practicing with his ability. He won't be able to fly for another sevenday, but his dragon can fly quickly-enough to pretend that J'ral's been too injured to fly."

F'lesson gave this a moments thought before replying to F'lar. "I think this can work well enough, F'lar. Unfortunately, you don't think that the rest of the Wingleaders will agree to this, right?"

"Correct. What I want to do is start off with practicing with your Wing and F'nor's and mine and then slowly work the rest of the Wings in. Tomorrow Jameth can fly for a short amount of time, so I want your Wing to be ready to fly just after the midday meal."

"Well…I guess my Wing'll have double practice tomorrow as I've assigned them an early morning practice session. Need to fix what that lazy Wingleader M'lan did. We're so terrible that I'm surprised that we're even able to fly in formation for more than a minute."

"Just don't wear them out too much."

"I won't." When F'lar still looked uncertain, F'lesson repeated, "I won't, F'lar. I swear, I'll make certain that they aren't worn out at all."