Creamed Corn Soup(D'leon)

[thedreamerlady]

It had been a good two hours since Nisha had left D'leon to fend for himself, and the Greenrider almost felt bad- almost. The Healer had given her a lecture that had lasted forever, and told her nothing, and then she'd gone to check on, and feed Barsamith. Then she'd had to check in to see if she was needed for anything, but the lessons were over, and her chores were practically nonexistent, so it hadn't taken much longer after that to walk off to the Weyrhall, go into the kitchen, and convince and old friend of her to give her a very large serving of soup, and then finally head back up to D'leon's room.

When she arrived it looked like nothing had changed, other than the picture holding water had been refilled, but Nisha doubted anyone had woken D'leon and given him more water.

Nisha placed the soup next to the water, and walked to D'leon's bedside. It looked like he was asleep, so Nisha didn't say anything, simply feeling his forehead to see how warm it was. It didn't look like his fever had gone down while she was gone, and she sighed. Feeling a little hungry, the girl pulled a small sthingy out of her skirt pocket, and tried some of the soup.

Creamed corn. Her favorite.

[darkaire]

Even though he was restricted to his little cot in the infirmiry, D'leon had the distinct idea that he would be making up his chores as soon as he was declared healthy enough to do them. At least, that's what he'd do if he were Lan'ae. The two of them were different, but not so different that...well, okay. The two of them were just different, and might never come to any sort of understanding. If the younger of the two had anything to say about it, they'd never speak again at all.

He'd slept well while the greenrider was gone, and again the cool touch of her hand drew him back to her. His eyes fluttered, but that was it for a few moments as his breathing deepened and he woke up. Rather unwilling to do so, he groaned his complaint and cracked open an eye to peer at Nisha. So she had come back, afterall.

A sense of satisfaction settled over him at her presence. He'd convinced to come back. Of course she had to be moderately willing to do so, but it had taken some work on his part, too. A lot of giving in. He huffed to let her know he was awake (or getting there) and mulled over the thought that Nisha wasn't really too close with any of the Weyrlings, so there would be no stories about how he'd softened up for her. Even if she were close, she probably wouldn't broadcast the fact that she was ... mothering the boy that tried to take advantage of her. But he didn't mind it so much, the mothering thing. It was almost nice.

[thedreamerlady]

Yes, Nisha knew he was waking up, so she left him to it. She'd dealt with enough children who weren't satisfied enough to stop yelling until you were fully dressed to never want to do that to anyone. He could wake up on his own- or not. She had things to think about, and a list to make.

Diving into the soup with an eating utensil, she took a sip- it was good. A few sips later, she turned back to the boy, who probably shouldn't have been laying on an all white bed. It wasn't doing anything for his looks, but it enforced her feelings that he was rather helpless.

"If you like, you may have some of this soup." She said, quietly, not really wanting to disturb the peace of the room.

"And if you're thirsty again, let me know."

The soup was delicious. Nisha hummed, delighted.