Fort Weyr - Central Infirmary
This room looks fairly similar to most other infirmaries, with it's faint scent of antiseptic and an eerie quiet that goes along with convalescence. Rows of cots line both walls, each separated by a privacy screen. Breaking the line of cots along the outside wall is a entrance to the dragonhealing section of the infirmary. The far end of the oval room is filled with metal cabinets that hold the tools of the Weyrhealers trade, as well as a desk from which the healer can supervise his domain. Upon one wall rests a thick 'chart' containing the information on all patients within the infirmary.
From beneath her covers Wyn starts to stir. Her hair, now dry, lays across her pillow and while on her side, one little hand is tucked up beneath her cheek. She turns to her back and the arm stretches out overhead, eyes blinking, yawwwwwwn.
Pralius had fallen asleep half-sitting in the chair, half-laying on Wyn's cot. He isn't sleeping well, however and her subtle motions wake him as well, "unhh… Wyn…?" He blinks a few times, waking slowly, "Wyn? How are you feeling?"
Wyndrei rolls back to her side facing Pralius and reaches a hand to straighten her covers, "Hey you… you've been here all this time?" she asks, smiling softly at him. "I'm so sorry.. and I'm okay..a little tired or I guess.. rested now but..sore?"
Pralius smiles a little and nods, "Fell asleep too, I think… Don't be sorry, it's not like you did it on purpose. I'm just glad I was there to get you out."
Wyndrei nods some and a hand creeps out to sort of lay atop the blanket, fingering the fabric. "Glad you rested a little..and no, I never want to be that cold again.. I was so scared.. you saved me.." she says softly.
Pralius keeps that same odd smile, "I don't want anyone that cold… If I'd only seen the thin ice sooner maybe we could have… no, it's best not to cast blame. Accidents happen. What matters is that we're both safe."
Wyndrei blushes some and shakes her head, "I have eyes too.. I guess I just figured it was all frozen.. accidents happen, right?" she says. "And yes, we're both safe, how is your foot?" she asks, pushing up to one elbow to look down for any signs of bandaging.
Pralius grins, "It's fine. The foot, that is. got cold, got warm again. Just as fine as you are." He reaches out to squeeze her hand gently, "Can you wiggle your toes for me again? Just to be safe. The duty healer cleared us both to leave when you're ready, but… you may need to sleep a lot more before you really feel healthy again."
Wyndrei nods a little then squeezes his hand in return and she grins, sticking her bare toes from under the blanket. All ten wiggle and she grins up at Pralius, "See..right as rain," she says then blushes some, "I..could use a hug though.."
Pralius smiles, then leans down mostly in the position he was in before and wraps his arms around her, "mmm… hugs…"
Wyndrei exhales as he draws near and snuggles into the hug with a smile, "So much better..thank you.." she murmurs against him, tilting her head up to gently kiss his cheek. "Did you finish your sculpture yet?" she asks as she lifts a hand to sort of timidly stroke back his hair a bit.
Pralius smiles, blushing some at the intimacy of her touch, "I did. It took hours, but It's amazing. I didn't think I had it in me, but it turned out nice." A tiny brown lump chirps from his lap. The place where the firelizard egg had been is now covered in shell shards.
Wyndrei sees the blush and pulls her hand back then beams up at him, "I can't wait to see it," and she starts to sit up, aware of her condition of dress, one hand holding the blankets to her chest. "I'd like to not be on display here tonight..I figure I can make it to my cot.." she murmurs. Her eyes flick down and she giggles, "Oh my..where'd you get that?"
Pralius scoops the tiny brown up, "This thing? Someone left an egg in my locker. It hatched a little bit after you fell asleep." The unhappy hatchling is deposited on his shoulder, "I'd be glad to escort you to your bunk. Or to the caverns if you're peckish."
Wyndrei reaches to touch the little flit's head then grins, "I dunno..am I peckish?" she asks him, then her eyes drift to Pralius. "If you don't mind, that'd be nice.." she says as she scoots to the edge of the bed, long hair tumbling down her bare back. She blushes and pulls the blanket around herself more.
Pralius blinks, quickly averting his eyes and passing her a robe as at least temporary cover, "I… I don't know why Milo didn't bring you dry clothes." Harkonnen gives a happy cheep at Wyn's gentle caress and Pralius smiles and stands, holding a hand out to her, "M'lady"
She takes the robe and pads behind a screen then the blankets land with a /whoosh/ and she slips into the robe. Returning to Pral's side she smiles a little, "Sorry.." then nods and slips her hand into his. "He's cute, what's his name?"
Pralius smiles, beginning to lead her from the room "Harkonnen. It just sort of… hit me."
