Don't Worry

Writers: Ames, Devin, Chelle, Cymiri, Suzee
Date Posted: 14th March 2013

Characters: Rhosyn, R'enh, N'vanik, Gelira, Reeva
Description: Rhosyn tells her boys not to worry and N'vanik shows up instead.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr, River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 28 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: K'sedel, Solieira

R'enh

N'vanik

After waking up from her fellis-induced slumber, the Weyrwoman had gotten up
with much groaning and crying to manage her lavatory needs. Getting back into bed
after slathering on more numbweed, she considered asking Solieira to have someone
change her sheets when she had a cold bath. }: You know that Loseth?s
is going to find out that you?re in bed from someone :{

**Ah feck and he?ll maybe worry. And then R?enh will worry. I should
probably tell them I'm okay. At least my feckup isn't as big as his was** She snorted,
thinking it was just stupid, then it turned into a cry until she managed to get herself
laying just right, though with a little bit of discomfort. There were places she couldn't
numbweed after all. **Pass on the word?**

}:Loseth, mine says to tell you she is okay. She?s just having to rest
after the Flight:{ Orlaith's smug tone filtered in. Then she switched gears. }:Mnoranth,
mine is resting but don?t worry. Tell yours she just needs a few days to heal up:{

N'vanik paused in the middle of working on a hide. That was an odd
message. **Ask Orlaith why her rider needs to tell me that.** Loseth
passed along his rider's question.

}:She didn't want yours to worry. All is well:{ Orlaith tried to put all the confidence
she had into it. She knew Rhosyn didn't want N'vanik to see her like this. She resembled
a boiled spiderclaw for all of the sunscorching.

}:Why would mine worry?:{

}:Oh nevermind then:{ was the gold's answer, effectively quashing the conversation.
She was done trying to play subterfuge. She was a queen of Pern, for Faranth's sake.

}:Orlaith won't say,:{ Loseth told his rider.

Curious and with a twinge of worry, N'vanik drummed his fingers
against the desk. **Then I guess we're paying them a visit.** He
hurried to finish what couldn't be put off, and in just over a
candlemark, he and Loseth were circling over River Bluff.

Gelira, who'd just been preparing to enter Rhosyn's quarters, spotted
the dragon as he arrived. She knew who it was. It was hard to mistake
the Weyrleader from Dolphin Cove. Slipping inside her quarters, she
wondered what she was supposed to do. Rhosyn had said _no_ visitors,
but it was the _Weyrleader_.

She hurried back to Rhosyn's bed. "Rhosyn, the Dolphin Cove Weyrleader
has just arrived here and I think..." She paused glancing at the
Weyrwoman and noticing that she looked uncomfortable. "Can I help you
with something?"

Moaning, she pushed herself under the sheets even though it hurt. "Don't
let him see me like this. I'm under healers' orders. Can't be disturbed. Stop
him, Gelira. Tell him whatever. I look HIDEOUS!"

Gelira felt her heart pounding, still uncertain how _she_ was going
to stop a Weyrleader if he wanted to see the Weyrwoman.

"I'll do what I can," Gelira answered, turning and heading towards the
front of Rhosyn's weyr, trying to prepare herself for what she assumed
would be a difficult encounter.

"Rhosyn?" N'vanik called as he stepped into her Weyr. He stopped when
he saw the girl.

"Weyrleader," Gelira greeted him and inclined her head in a bow. "I'm
afraid Rhosyn is unable to see visitor's at the moment." Gelira was
clenching her hand and forcing a smile to her face, hoping he wouldn't
challenge her. **What will I do if he forces his way in?** she worried.

"Why not?" Now he was getting worried. **Will Orlaith tell you what's wrong?**

}:Mine is worried. Is yours hurt or sick?:{

}:The healers told her to stay in bed for awhile. She can't do her duties either.
So she is resting:{ Orlaith carefully avoided the really awful appearance
part.

Gelira swallowed and tried to think of a reason. "She's not feeling
well and she's not allowed visitors until she recovers." Would he
question her further? What would she say if he did? Gelira's mind was
moving quickly trying to think of ways to appease the Weyrleader
without going against her promise to Rhosyn.

N'vanik was tired of not getting a straight answer. "What _exactly_
is wrong with her?"

Gelira nervously tugged on her clothes. "Well, you see....it's
well..." she paused, lowering her voice. "It's a _private_ matter, if
you know what I mean." She lifted her eyebrows hoping he would take
the bait and let it go. From her experience most men were _not_
overly interested in discussing the _private_ issues women dealt with. She
only hoped the Weyrleader was like most men in that regard.

A disturbing thought crossed his mind and his stomach sank. "I
understand you're just doing what you're told, but I need to know
what's going on, and if you don't tell me, I'm going to ask Rhosyn
myself."

"I..." Gelira bit her bottom lip. **Now what?** "She made me promise.
I can't break that promise, but you _can't_ go in. She would have my
head if I let you in there." Gelira wanted to cry with frustration,
not sure what else to do without telling him exactly what was going
on, but she'd _promised_.

He glared down at the girl. "Try to stop me." He pushed past her and
marched into the sleeping room.

Having heard that conversation and guessing what was coming, Rhosyn
did the only thing she knew to do. Even though her dragon had no control
over N'vanik, she hoped Orlaith's intervention would be enough. As it was,
the Weyrwoman huddled down underneath her sheets as she felt her fever
begin again. **He can't see me now. I...**

Bugling loud enough to fill her weyr as well as to draw attention from some
of the Weyrfolk nearby, the very large queen put her big head and body in front of
the entrance-effectively blocking N'vanik's way. Her eyes didn't whirl an angry
red since she understood the bronzerider's reason for barging in, but her rider didn't
want him inside now. }:Loseth he cannot come in now. We will call him later
when he can. I am afraid I must call the healer to come back:{

N'vanik looked up at the huge gold head and appealed directly to the
queen. "Tell me, Orlaith. Did she lose a baby? Did she have a bad
miscarriage?" Dragonsfall had lost a Weyrwoman that way.

}:He thinks that there was a baby:{ Orlaith told Rhosyn in a confused tone.
The gold didn't understand why N'vanik would be thinking about a baby.

Rhosyn knew N'vanik but she didn't know about that part of him-the past he
had concerning children and goldriders. The Weyrwoman was just as confused as
her dragon as a result. **No baby...I just got myself cooked.**

Orlaith didn't move, but after the exchange with her rider, she replied firmly to the
bronze. }:No children or babies-just illness. She must rest and take her medicine and
cannot see visitors. The healer comes:{

After Loseth relayed the message, he relaxed, but only a little. "I'll
stay out on the ledge, but I want to talk to the healer when she's
done. I'm not leaving until I do." He wanted to know what would make
Rhosyn so sick she couldn't even see anyone.

Reeva had, with her usual blend of resigned efficiancy, been expecting
the summons since the dramatic bugle from the queen had interrupted
her conversation with one of her fellows, and had gone as far as to
gather her case and her wits together in preperation. Somehow, it was going
to involve her- and lo, she wasn't wrong. The delay was not long.

She was speechless at the sight before her eyes, however.
"Dearest Weyrwoman." She eventually managed to offer.
"What on Pern are you doing with your head buried beneath the
blankets like a child with night terrors?"

Oddly enough, the massive gold dragon blocking the ledge entryway
*didn't* seem to phase her in the slightest. The blankets did.

"I'm freezing. And N'vanik is out there trying to get in and I can't...I can't
see him now Reeva. We need to fix this then you need to tell him to
come back in some sevendays when I don't look like this." She was shivering
again. And she didn't even feel the pain just then, she was just so cold.

Reeva's eyes narrowed sharply. Stress could re-trigger Fever. Simplest
lesson there was. But why was 'stress' where she'd explicitly
forbidden 'stress' to be? **Bloody men.**

"Weyrleader N'vanik may remain 'out' anywhere he wishes so long as he
wishes. He is neither my patient nor my concern. You are both. Those
shivers suggest fever- I would like to examine you a little more
closely, however, just to be certain, so if you would please..."

Reeva had little doubt of what she'd find, though, and had already
started fishing for what she wanted. When the little examination was
complete, she handed the Weyrwoman a mug of water, doctored with yet
another of her little concoctions.

"You're to take this, which will help with the chills, and you are to
rest. No excuses. The Weyrleader shall have to wait on his business."

"I'm fine with resting." She even made a show of gulping down the nasty
stuff. But Rhosyn knew she couldn't do anything about moving that man out
there. No, that was going to be Reeva's job. "Now go tell him that or he'll
just stay out there and then it'll be my fault Dolphin Cove doesn't
have a Weyrleader."

One thin eyebrow arched. "Oh?" Reeva naturally avoided politics, as
something of utter disinterest to her unless it was her own craft, and stuck to an automatic
respectfulness to those with rank outside it without much genuine
care. However, she'd given orders from a position of better knowledge,
and she expected them to be followed, no matter who it was who had to
do the following. Packing up, she sighed.

"Very well. I shall explain to him personally, if that is required. If
you would perhaps let your queen know- I am loathe to attempt to push
her. She has the decided advantage." Again, some of that brittle dry humor
which was her only kind.

Making a small gesture, Rhosyn nodded to let Reeva know she was fine before
the Weyrwoman subsided underneath the medicine and the fact that she was
tired. Her body was trying to heal, but it took time and it was working so hard it made her
need lots of sleep. Besides, there was probably something in the nasty that....

As Reeva came closer, Orlaith moved her tail just so the healer could get by before
the gold retook her position, eying N'vanik still. Confident the healer would deal with
this, she planted her rump and quietly listened. It also helped that she felt her rider slip
into sleep-a happy place where Rhosyn didn't feel pain and could dream.

Reeva was both a small and delicate looking woman, but she had very
little delicacy of being and those who expected it were usually
disappointed. Her first words to the bronzerider were simple and
direct.

"Weyrleader N'vanik. I believe you have been distressing my patient?
Weyrwoman Rhosyn is not available to intrusion right now. If your
business is official, you shall have to seek someone else to assist
you."

Unspoken hung the suggestion that if it wasn't, he could just take
himself elsewhere without anyone's help.

He'd had more than enough of people trying to get rid of him. "It's
not official, I want to know what the bloody shards is going on.
What's wrong with Rhosyn?"

"If your presence here is unofficial, Weyrleader, then I have even
*less* obligation then I may otherwise have had to divulge the private
and intimate details of my patient and her treatment to you unasked
*merely* because you demand so petulantly. And you shame both of us
asking for it."

Reeva may have had to look up considerably to do it, but she fixed the
Weyrleader with a glare that had had more then one apprentice's knees
knocking before. She was not political, no, and perhaps she was ruder
then usual but she knew her own Craftmaster would back her on that
principal.

"However, as you insist on something: The Weyrwoman is recovering well
from the aftereffects of an unfortunate but now controlled physical
malady. She needs rest, quiet and calm, and the minimum of intrusion.
She does not need bullish men stressing her into fever and agitation,
and whether or not you personally observe her is of utter irrelevance
to the state of her steady recovery. Discounting, of course, the
setback you are causing with your antics. I trust that will suffice?"

N'vanik was on the brink of strangling the healer. "She's "sick", she
has a "physical malady". So what is it? A cold, the plague, internal
bleeding?" Behind him Loseth rumbled distress. "People keep telling
me not to worry, but I am _sharding worried_!"

Unseen by the others R'enh came up behind N'vanik and put a hand on
the man's shoulder. "Orlaith is calm, if Rhosyn's was life threatened
don't you think she would be agitated?" Mnoranth had been summoned
and he'd reassured his rider of the little Weyrwoman's condition. "The
Healer would tell us if it was bad, don't you think?" His eyes pierced
the woman as he nodded emphatically to her. "Look at her eyes," he
said. They weren't gray or white and while they showed concern it was
nowhere near panic, though his Weyrleader seemed close to it.

Gelira has been floored by the Weyrleader. Unable to stop him, she
just groaned as he pushed forward. **Rhosyn is going to kill me,** she
groaned inwardly. As events began to unfold and others arrived, Gelira
stepped back into the shadows to simply watch and wait. No need to
remind them of her presence unless she was needed.

Reeva sighed as though confronted with a misbehaving brat, for the
most part ignoring the man's raised voice. Angry Weyrleaders full of
their own dignity didn't scare her.

"I do not know who has told you 'sick', Weyrleader. It is an innane
and unhelpful word. My answer stands- a physical malady.
One which is not 'a cold', 'the plague' or 'internal bleeding', and is
more 'unfortunate' than 'serious'. And really, without express
permission otherwise that is *more* than I should be discussing with
you and you will have to be satisfied that I would not lie and I do
not disassemble..."

Her eyes spun to the newcomer antagonistically, expecting further
argument, but the man's words were supportive instead and this sigh
was of relief.

"Indeed. If the Weyrwoman's condition were life threatening, even
potentially, she would have constant healer attendance to begin with
and certainly matters would be very different. I am sure that as the
bronzerider indicates, her queen would be agitated as well. Matters
are not different, however, and it is Weyrwoman Rhosyn's sensible
*choice* to rest in *peace* and *undisturbed*- and the only shattering
of that peace is you. Her's is a choice I am happy she is more than
well and competent to make, which should tell you enough as it is.
Half of your current agitation is in being denied something you
desire, not in the worry itself. Now I suggest you take a considerably
calmer breath and accept that *you* are not in her best interests as
of this moment as per the sensible leader I am sure you are."

N'vanik wavered between fury at the healer and anger at Rhosyn for
not just _telling him what was wrong_ instead of giving evasions and
vague answers. Either she was hiding something and this had been much more
serious than anyone was letting on -- even if she wasn't in danger
anymore. Or Rhosyn didn't think he deserved a straight answer, and it
was clear no one else did, either. **Tell Nikornath I want to speak to his rider.**

"Fine, I'll leave. _After_ I talk to K'sedel." Maybe a _man_ would
give him a straight answer.

"If it will set your mind at rest, please do. But sir..."

Reeva's face was serious. She thought Rhosyn's main reasons for the
secrecy were spurious and vain and nowhere near worth this degree of
fuss- but Rhosyn was in her care, and she would do what she could to
defend her requests because of that.

"...I've no wish, believe me, for trouble with you, but if you use
your 'talk' to attempt to circumnavigate my patient's direct wishes
and entitlement to confidential healer privilege, I will appeal
directly to my Craft *and* your peers. With all respect, you issue
orders and expect them to not be challenged by those not in your
position of foresight. So do I, when my intervention is appropriate,
and I expect similar treatment. "

And if that 'threat' earned her bad blood with the Weyrleader, she'd
darn well see Rhosyn fixed it when she was better. Fools, the lot of
them!

"You will see, later, why your over-actions are so very...unnecessary.
No one here..." And with a gesture she included the Queen and Gelira too.
"...is hiding anything worth your worry from you.? I imagine in time
you will be amused. Until then, though, my patient wishes her privacy
and I have a duty to uphold her wishes. I also agree that an excess
of visitors provides a- minor, please- risk to her recovery that it is
unnecessary to take. I could have no idea you would arrive here and
turn it into a more serious one."

One more of the famous sighs. Little could any of them know how
apprentice' s and journeyman alike fled at the sound of them.
"Now, for pity's sake, do what you will...but do it quietly and do it
elsewhere. And do not attempt to bypass my patient's desires with
it."

N'vanik did his best to ignore her, because everything she said just
made him angrier. "Gonna go see K'sedel now."

R'enh lifted a brow, the Healer was a bit uppity in his opinion but
his main concern was his friend. "Want me with you," he asked sofly.

"No, I'm fine." N'vanik tried to keep the anger out of his voice. He
wasn't mad at R'enh, just upset at the situation. After he'd calmed
down, he'd have to thank his Wingsecond for trying to diffuse the
situation.

"I'll wait for you on the heights then," he said and waited for him
to leave before turning to the healer. "Please tell Orlaith everything
you need us to know. She'll understand and relay it to us." He looked
up at the great Queen. She was as beautiful now as she had been so
many turns ago when he'd first laid eyes on her. "You know he'll be back
if there is no news at all." He bowed to Orlaith and turned to follow
him out of the Weyr. "He won't be so easy to deflect the next time."

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