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.
Giroux is wrapped up in a blanket with some warm klah sitting on a small table next to him. He's got long pajamas on as well, seemingly quite a bit more warm than slightly earlier in the evening. He's sure that Darsce or someone is about to bust through that door and cave his head in, but hey. He did what he thought was right!
After hearing of the epic fall and the fact that there are candidates in need of assistance, well, it isn't long until Kaitro is seen carying a tray of various steaming pots and pans. See guys, this is why you want to have a cook in candidacy! He'll go out of his way to make sure his friends are well taken care of. Setting the tray on a table he grabs a bowl and pours a soupy substance into it. "You're in luck! I managed to scrounge up some scraps that the others weren't using and made a pretty good stew, should be enough to warm you up!" And he's not about to take no for an answer.
Some candidates get tagged for late night duties - or very, very early ones. Bakers and cooks, in other words, who need to have things ready for the first meal. How fortunate that Kaitro was in the kitchens! Otherwise the headwoman would've either had to reheat old, leftover soup (most likely scorching it in the process) or make it herself (no, you don't want that!). The blonde is neither search and rescue nor healer and she is most definitely not a cook! Enter Darsce now, with Kaitro. She's got a couple of steaming klah pots, one in each hand, and a clipboard under one arm. Her shoes still squelch rather than click smartly on the stone floors and she looks somewhat worn around the edges. "He's here som- Ah. There!" She points with a chinlift over at Giroux. "Him first because he's fool enough to try streaking in arctic weather." That's an exaggeration; it's merely freezing.
"Ah, if you notice headwoman." Giroux gratefully takes the soup before Kai's words sink in… scraps, others… not using… he eyeballs it for a moment before he takes a spoon and begins to eat. He's going to trust his fellow Candidate. "I was properly dressed for such attire and someone needed that clothing in a far more pressing manner than I did." He counters, holding the warm bowl close. "But I was not naked, so no streaking either."
Kaitro rolls his eyes slightly at the look Giroux gives him, "Hey, be grateful! It's not like I had a lot to work with. It should be good though!" There's a brief look of dissapointment on his face as he offers the bowl towards Giroux, helping himself to a seat as he nods to the headwoman. "Yes, ma'am. You got it, ma'am. Should I get the others as well?"
Naked? Tartly, Darsce replies, "Of course you weren't. Because I told you that you'd given Kyra enough of your clothing and prevented the inevitable!" Or so she'll likely believe like, forever. All said while pouring Giroux a mug of klah afterwhich it is handed to him rather unceremoniously with a gruff, "Drink it while it's hot." She leans over to sniff the pot Kaitro holds. "It smells much better than I'd scrape together, let me assure you, Giroux. Mine would either eat a hole through your stomach or taste like charcoal." If it's one thing Darsce knows, it's her limitations. Kaitro is beamed at, most likely because she's happy she didn't have to try cooking. The Weyr likes its kitchens intact, after all. "Yes please, um, whoever looks wet and cold…" The healers can also help point out the others that were out there. Kyra likely is being tended to yet, though Keldan ought to be hovering near her and perhaps S'ai is still around…
Giroux makes a bit of a wounded face at Kai. "It's good and I am grateful." The young Neratian says around a mouthfull of soup before he reaches out and grabs the klah from Darsce and drinks a good deal of it, sighing. "I wouldn't of stripped naked. I'm not that stupid." He makes a bit of a face to Darsce before looking back to Kai. "Thanks." he nods to the soup. "Means a lot you making this for us."
Pushing himself to his feet, Kaitro heads over towards the bowls and starts pouring more of the soupy substance, distributing it out to the others of the infirmary. Because he's a nice guy like that. The youth doesn't seem too particuarly bothered to go out of his way for others, beaming quite happily as he deposits the soup with other people. Finally, after his rounds have been completed, he makes his way back over and plops into a chair to help himself to a bowl. "Hey, you're welcome. I did the best I could with what I had, but at this hour, there's really not much you /can/ do except make what you can out of leftovers from ealier in the day." A subtle shrug and he laughs quietly at Darsce, a wide grin upon his face. "Hey, not all of us can do /everything/ about the weyr. I just happen to be half-way decent cook from all my time in the kitchens, and I enjoy it. So no skin off my back to make something for all the people here."
To Giroux, "Well that's good to know!" Darsce eyerolls, then heaves an overdone sigh of relief before smirking outright at the face the teen makes. Hey - it's a smile anyway? She was out there too and without a jacket, but for the moment, she moves after Kaitro filling mugs for those of the search team they can find. It's but a few minutes before both of them are free to wander back to Giroux's cot. "Refill?" she asks wriggling the pot she has left helpfully (the other is empty by now). If he wants more, she'll fill it before hooking her foot around a chair leg, dragging it towards her and sitting all in one motion. "It's hot, edible and will warm them up. You're good," she tells Kaitro before fixing iceblue eyes upon Giroux once more and asking sweetly, "So… other than your heroics, what we're you doing out after curfew, hm?"
"That's why I was out." Giroux says as he accepts more of the Klah from Darsce and drinks it slowly. "Because I heard that one of our own was missing and I wasn't about to let one of my candidate mates die." He staes this as fact, as if he had control over life and death. "Glad that you enjoy it, Kai. It's good to know you love doing something you're good at." Giroux's own eyes match Darsce in their color, perhaps his are even a bit more pale than hers as he looks at her. "I thought well enough to get warm, and that's why I was behind everyone. It took me a while to catch up."
Kaitro rubs at the back of his head, listening to the conversatioin around him. A little brow arches upon his forehead as he curls up in his position. "So what /did/ happen out there? I only heard bits and peices, seems this all hapened when I was busy with chores." The youth shakes his head, grinning at the compliments from the both of them, a little blush on his cheeks. "Thanks, I'm only good at it because I've been doing it so long now. Cooking's not that hard, at least I don't think so. And it's nice to make something that someone else can enjoy."
Uh…huh. Nodnod. The headwoman begins writing on the form of that clipboard, her glance going from paper to Giroux, up down, up down. "Were you aware that the Weyr was handling it? No one was going to be left to die, you understood that, right?" No judgment from her, nope! "And aware of the rules of candidacy too, I'm pretty sure, yes?" Oh so sweetly asked, her pen hovering. "I think," Darsce asides to Kaitro, "that Kyra went hunting without a partner and got hurt; she didn't show up for check-in at some point. We found her in the forest." One hand waves vaguely. Details! She got roped into the search because… welp, she's helping herd this group in some semi-overseeing of chores. Or someone hates her and wanted her there. Either way! As for cooking, she snorts, "I tried it once. Everything got burnt. And tasted like soap." Which cakes ought not to. Not if they're going to be eaten rather than gagged at.
"What she said." Giroux motions to Darsce before he looks at the paper and he grins at her, finishing his soup and then getting to his klah and drinking it. He leans back, all casual like as he watches her check things off. If he's nervous about why she's writing things down, he's doing an excellent job of not showing it. "I was aware of that, yes." He keeps any snide remarks left safely in the corner of his mind.
Kaitro glances between Darce and then finally glances to Gir, a little frown pulling at his lips. "Dunno what got in her wherry-addled brain to think that was a good idea. Putting herself in danger like that and during curfew." Kai shakes his head, showing what he obviously thinks of the whole situation. "Well, least no one got serioiusly hurt except Kyra, who got what she deserved, I think. Well, hopefully she'll heal so she can stand. I'll make sure to make lots of visits so the lot of you get your food, I'll try to make sure that it is better than it was tonight."
Darsce nods when Giroux answers, as if confirming something to herself. Her iceblue eyes, when lifted from that sheet, might be thawing a tiny bit. "So, ah, you were willing to deal with the consequences of breaking the rules because someone you cared about needed you. Right?" She's just making things clear, waiting for him to nod before she writes the last bit with a firm hand. Snide remarks aside, her freaking out is not under question here, though he's certainly welcome to chortle about that with his fellow candidates. Darsce will likely claim it never happened. Maybe. Who knows? Maybe she'll tell them the forest is cursed. "Kyra's a huntress. I think she went out in the daytime," she again asides to Kaitro and then her final comment is entered into the report. She doesn't share what she's written with Giroux, but she does say blandly, "The Weyrleaders - or one of 'em, might want to talk to you. Or they'll send a note. Or pass something to the AWLMs." See, she doesn't know? But she's not handing down any punishment, apparently. "Oh and Kaitro? Will you give me a lesson on cake-baking sometime?" That's what the headwoman asks as she stands and tells them both, "I need to deliver my report. Seeya both later." And off she goes.