Xanadu Weyr - Infirmary

The infirmary here is intended for human care. It is regularly scrubbed spotless and smells of disinfectant, redwort and other herbs that are - if sometimes strong - preferable to the scents of sickness. Cots are lined up against one wall, with a set of curtains that can be pulled to give some privacy to the occupants of the cots if they so desire. They're mostly used for examinations of patients and the treatment of mild injuries that won't require long term care; near the back are some more private areas with folding dividers.

There's a number of cabinets that stand off against another wall, instruments and medications stored against when they will be needed, and a back room holds those supplies seldom required.

A desk with chair is set just off of the doorway to the caverns, meant for the healer to sit and catch up on record keeping after a long day's work or await patients. If things get too busy, the patients can do the waiting on a set of uncomfortable chairs set nearby. The other doorway comes directly from the clearing, wide enough for a team to carry a stretcher through.

Kyra isn't sprawled helplessly on her cot today, instead sitting on the edge of it while a healer examines her cast, which seems to have been signed by multiple people. She's banged up, with a large bruise on her cheek and a smaller one on her chin, as well as a number of scrapes and cuts that have healed enough that they're no longer covered in bandaids. She has a long sleeve shirt and pants on, so it's hard to see how the rest of her faired outside of the trim white cast on her left leg. A pair of crutches nearby indicate that she must be mobile already, meaning this is probably just a wellness check to make sure she's okay to travel.

Daranyl is white as a sheet. If his first flight left him rattled, his first trip /Between/ seems to have actually scared him. Nevertheless, his crossbow is hanging from his shoulders as he manages to find his way into the infirmary, waving off any healers that come to check on him with a quick flick of the wrist, his gaze peering around for a certain fellow hunter.

Kyra seems surprised to see someone she knows so far from Half Moon, lifting a hand at the sight of Daranyl, "Hey. What're you doing way out here? Hunting me down, eh?" She says this last with a grin, nodding a bit to the healer that was checking her leg as she finishes and bustles off. Grabbing her crutches, she levers herself to her feet and smiles at Daranyl amiably enough, "How're you doing? You look like you're about to puke or something."

Daranyl's shoulders rise and fall, some color returning now that he's not /between/. "Heard ya go' hurt 'n' Sun'ari was comin' anyway, though' I'd…" He gestures towards her futilely, his head tilting down slightly as if he might actually be a little embarrassed, "'M fine. My firs' time b'tween 'n' all." He looks up at her without tilting his head up, brows arching up slightly in silent question. Probably asking how she's doing, but, you know, not actually going to say the words.

Kyra grins a little at the man, hobbling forward on her crutches so she can give his arm a light punch, "I'm fine, no worries. Broken leg, going to have to stay out of the Hatching, but my head's still in one piece, so that's something." She nods her head towards the door and starts ambling along, "Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm tired of being in the infirmary. You look like you could use either tea or booze, whichever one is easiest to get."

"'s too bad." Daran doesn't sound truly sympathetic. Of course, he's not dragon-crazy like many people. He takes a step back so she can move, "If'n yer up for it, I coul' def'nitely go fer some booze." He falls in sort of behind her sort of beside her, letting her lead the way through the unfamiliar Weyr, "Ya sure ya shoul' be walkin'? I coul' bring ya somethin'."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Once I had the cast on, they said I was okay to walk around, so long as I don't put any real pressure on it. The cast is so stiff, I don't think it would even really matter, though, honestly," is Kyra's response to that, hobbling her way from the infirmary and nodding towards the direction of the tavern, "Best place to find that is probably the tavern. I guess I'm not really a candidate anymore, too, so I could probably get a drink myself. I'm still on some medicine for pain, of course, so maybe not."

"If'n yer sure." Daranyl waxes silent as he's lead towards the tavern, pausing when she does to look the place over, "Well, don' know what they've gotcha on, bu' booze's good fer what ails ya." He steps forward, letting himself into the tavern and holding the door for Kyra to follow. Daranyl will be the best bad influence EVER.

Kyra gives a soft, snorting sort of laugh as she points out, "Not if it mixes with my medicine and I wind up passed out within the first second. Hard to walk when you're not even awake." She gives him a light smile for holding the door, hobbling her way in and then looking curiously around for an empty table. Finding one, she'll make her way over so she can drop bonelessly into a seat with a relaxed sigh, extending her leg so that her cast's ankle is on the floor, likely relieving some of the pressure, "So I've been gone for a while. How're you liking Half Moon? Sorry I won't be able to show you anywhere to hunt for a while…"

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