[ if it weren't for the fact that his hands were busy with hanan, he may very well have been right there beside tighnari the moment the woman folded to her knees - but he does not need to be told twice. quickly, he's handing hanan's reins off to a stablehand; tighnari will simply have to learn another time. helping poor women in labor to the bimarstan could theoretically be among his duties, but cyno would offer his assistance regardless.
the moment hanan's reins are handed over, cyno dashes in closer, dropping to a kneel in order to quickly, effortlessly scoop her up into his arms. ]
I've got you.
[ he says, gently, as he stands again, moving quickly. ]
[ the young man, seeing the general mahamatra kneel, nearly falls to his knees, though in relief or terror it is difficult to say. tighnari watches as he picks himself up however, jaw set grim as he half-jogs to follow along. tighnari nods. his hand turns pale from the way she is gripping it, but there is no complaint to be had there. she is in pain. ]
You will be alright. You are at the Bimarstan. What's her name? [ - anahita, that's her name. ] Miss Anahita, you must stay awake. Cyno, let's take her to the entrance. The nurses will come out to meet us. They always do, when the cases are serious.
[ the young man's reaction is hardly out of the ordinary. cyno ignores it, focused instead on carrying the poor, pained woman as quickly as he can, without the risk of tripping on his cloak.
together, the four of them move swiftly along the earthen paths from the stables, the bimarstan's busy terrace coming into view. cyno's expression is stony, serious - this is work - though there is concern softening the edges of his molten eyes. silent, cyno nods, as they move up the stone ramp toward the bimarstan's doors, which soon swing open. ]
[ as if on cue, four nurses trot briskly out to meet them. one of them, her hair pinned up high gamely in the searing heat of a noonday sun, takes one look at the general mahamatra and the lady in his arms, and calls over for back-up. an orderly takes the woman from cyno's arms and transports her to a sling. in a flurry of coordinated movement, the bimarstan's beehive takes over, each according to their role. the young man thanks cyno profusely, before rushing in after them, his eyes nearly wet with relief.
leaving tighnari and cyno on the steps, looking at the doors - and then at each other.
tighnari's eyes crinkle along its edges. ]
It's never a dull day at the Bimarstan. You did well; are you used to carrying around young women on the cusp of labour?
[ even off-duty, cyno's work as the general is never done, but he does not seem to mind. cyno inhales deeply, releases it, and turns toward tighnari, warmed by the curve of his eyes. ]
I imagine it must feel very familiar. Shall I leave you to it?
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the moment hanan's reins are handed over, cyno dashes in closer, dropping to a kneel in order to quickly, effortlessly scoop her up into his arms. ]
I've got you.
[ he says, gently, as he stands again, moving quickly. ]
Deep breaths. Concentrate on the sky, or my face.
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You will be alright. You are at the Bimarstan. What's her name? [ - anahita, that's her name. ] Miss Anahita, you must stay awake. Cyno, let's take her to the entrance. The nurses will come out to meet us. They always do, when the cases are serious.
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together, the four of them move swiftly along the earthen paths from the stables, the bimarstan's busy terrace coming into view. cyno's expression is stony, serious - this is work - though there is concern softening the edges of his molten eyes. silent, cyno nods, as they move up the stone ramp toward the bimarstan's doors, which soon swing open. ]
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leaving tighnari and cyno on the steps, looking at the doors - and then at each other.
tighnari's eyes crinkle along its edges. ]
It's never a dull day at the Bimarstan. You did well; are you used to carrying around young women on the cusp of labour?
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[ even off-duty, cyno's work as the general is never done, but he does not seem to mind. cyno inhales deeply, releases it, and turns toward tighnari, warmed by the curve of his eyes. ]
I imagine it must feel very familiar. Shall I leave you to it?
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Right. You need to tend to Hanan. Come find me later - I will be looking for a doctor by the name of Shirin. If she is in, that's where I'll be.
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[ shirin. he'll remember. ]
Enjoy yourself.