What Doesn't Kill You...
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Heather, Yvonne
Date Posted: 15th February 2026
Characters: Thiseta, Teigan
Description: Teigan does his best to take care of his weyrmate, Thiseta does her best to resist.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 14 of Turn 12
Notes: Title Con't: ...Will Definitely Kill the Plants
Thiseta dragged herself into her weyr after afternoon drills and sat on the couch, looking at her boots. Drills were fine, there was a healthy clutch of eggs on the Sands, her Wing was performing to her liking and yet she felt... depleted. She bent to start unlacing her riding boots as Nobody came from /between/ with a cheerful chirp and landed on the back of the couch. Thiseta reached over to scritch the smooth hide on her belly. "Where have you been?"
"With me," Teigan's baritone voice came from the doorway. His hair was mussed, evidence that the firelizard had indeed ridden on his shoulder for a bit, mostly for the 'treats' the big healer carried. Crossing the room, Thiseta's weyrmate dropped a kiss to her head. "How were drills?" he asked as he began unpacking a late-lunch basket.
"Perfectly fine. I always wonder where she goes, you know. They have such secret little lives. I--" Thiseta coughed. Her gaze darted to Teigan. "Just a tickle in my throat. It's nothing."
The change in Teigan's eyes was swift and noticeable, from playful weyrmate to consummate healer. "Have you had the cough long?"
"Just since this morning. I'm _fine_." There was a plaintive note in her voice as she concentrated on skritching Nobody's little eye ridges.
}:You were coughing in the air,:{ Imbeth reminded her unhelpfully.
**I know. I don't want to tell him. He'll fuss.**
"If you're fine, then you won't mind if I make you an herbal tea to drink just in case." Teigan challenged with an arched eyebrow even as he went for the kettle.
"That depends. Does it taste terrible?" Perhaps she could feed it to her flit...
"It tastes medicinal, but I'll dress it up as nicely as possible," the healer said as he went about setting a pot of water to steep. "Are you cold? I can get the fuzzy, warm socks you like."
She made a face at his turned back. Herbal teas inevitably all tasted _terrible_ but she'd tolerate it for Teigan. He was apparently determined to _fuss_. "I'd love the socks. And maybe a nice blanket. Oh, and a snack?" she asked hopefully. "Chocolate would be nice. Or a plate of cheese? The herbal tea could be dressed up wth a shot of brandy... and wine is medicinal, right?"
Teigan cut his eyes at his weyrmate. "A shot of brandy will suffice." It was the only acquiescence he would make as he prepared the remedy. While it steeped, he retrieved her socks, a fluffy blanket, a book, and one of the leftover pastries from the night before. "Here we go," he said, slipping the socks onto her feet, wrapping her in the blanket like a cocoon, and then bringing her the cup of tea.
Nobody curled in her lap like a feline and began to make little noises that sounded suspiciously like humming. Thiseta accepted the tea and grimaced at the smell. She held it back out again, 'accidentally' letting the blanket fall from her shoulders. She was too hot already. "More brandy or I won't drink it."
"You don't drink it because it tastes good, you drink it to make your body feel better," the healer griped, but he took the cup and sloshed a bit more brandy into it before handing it back to his weyrmate.
"Thank you," she said sweetly and took a sip-- and nearly gagged. Even beneath the brandy, whatever concoction he'd put together was foul. "Wow, that's... that'll clear out the sinuses."
"Now, see? Aren't you glad your weyrmate fusses over you?" Teigan kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to get in the bathing pool. When you are finished with your tea, you could join?" He lifted his eyebrows invitingly before turning for their bedroom.
"I could probably manage." She watched him until he'd disappeared out of sight around the edge of the wall, and then leaned over and dumped the tea in the nearest potted plant with a wince. Poor plant. She made a mental note to flush out the pot as soon as she could do it without raising suspicion.
The tickle in her throat reared up again and she tried to cough as quietly as she could behind her hand. A soak in hot water and all that lovely steam would be a better cure for whatever ailed her than the mysterious tea that her weyrmate was trying to poison her with. She rose and followed her weyrmate with a smile.
Last updated on the February 28th 2026