"You're clearly a beloved one," he remarked, idly skimming his fingertips across the lovely ivy dancing along Noc's ribcage. It was that mark Seodai loved most, as he knew and loved it's Creator. "I will pray to Bala for you, healer. And to anyone else you ask, only name it." Without hesitation, Seodai pushed his fingers through those dark, twisted curls which obscured Noc's vision. He continued wiping away the blood until the unhealthy pallor of the healer was revealed only beneath a sheen of moisture, scarcely tinged pink. The mere color of the water into which he dipped his hands made Seodai feel a bit nauseous, but he felt indebted to this man who had saved him, at apparently great cost. "You feel terrible," Seo commented, as he finished with his gentle cleansing. "And you need to get off of this floor. I am well, thanks to you. Let me help you. When is the last time you've eaten?" Seodai was normally backward and uncertain around new people. Cian Noc didn't seem to count, though. Perhaps it was because Theo had been tossing around his name for weeks on end, or perhaps it was because he was occupying a role in Seo's life that had always been a familiar one. Master Jarret had always been gentle and kind to Seo, who thought of him as something like a grandfather. And so, perhaps the role of physician was endeared enough to Seodai that Noc automatically reaped the benefits. Or, perhaps it was the caretaker in Seo. Noc had made him well, how could he not attempt to help out in return? |