Telinda quirks an eyebrow, "Are you supposed to be out?"

K'laarn looks at Telinda guiltily. This is punctuated with a short cough, quickly covered.

Telinda rolls her eyes, "Then for Faranth's sake at least sit down and try and look like you're supposed to be out here!"

K'laarn smiles relievedly. Telinda's not going to shoo him back into that sickly smelling place. He's got a blanket in one hand, though it seems too hot to have one of those. But then, its for the chair, he cushions the chair with the blanket and sits down.

Telinda shakes her head watching for some moments, before she grabs a chair and shoves it over next to K'laarn's. Hand caresses his arm for a moment, before her cheek rests against his shoulder -- lightly though, no pressure involved.

K'laarn's hand grips Telinda's hand lightly and he strokes her wrist. "I think that me going out to take care of Rnayth myself is what made me sicker." He rasps out reluctantly. "Healer said that I had an infection in my lungs, and that any kind of cold would make it worse. I'm almost better." The rider mumbles. "But he doesn't want me between, even for the short time. And he definitely doesn't want me back at Honshu for a while."

Telinda's head jerks back up, "You went to look after Rnayth?" she splutters in disbelief, "Whatever made you do that? Don't you think I was doing a good enough job or something?!" She snorts, eyes narrowing and jaw setting. "See, and the Healer's were right. You shoulda stayed in bed."

K'laarn sighs and says "I had to do it myself Telinda. Surely you can understand a rider's need to be with his dragon?"

Telinda shakes her head, "Not when the rider is sick and when the rider could die!" Another shake, "No, that's just foolish and you should know better."

K'laarn snorts. "I won't die Telinda, not any time soon. If I die It'll be fighting Thread or of old age." He says confidently.

Telinda sighs, "You really don't see it, do you? I" she stops, rising from her seat, "You know I shouldn't bother about it, I really shouldn't. Maybe its because I love you, or maybe I just thought I did." A hand rakes through her hair as she tries to sort her thoughts out, "K'laarn, any rider who isn't aware of their own mortality is a fool. Don't you know that?"

K'laarn tries to look indignant but fails. "I'm aware of my mortailty Telinda." Then he frowns somewhat. "What do you mean -thought- you did? Don't you -know-?" His voice goes a little cold. Fear perhaps seizing up on him.

Telinda bends her knees, crouching down just in front of you so that she can look you in the eyes, "I did. I do. I'm not so sure. I need someone who wants to live with me, perhaps live long enough through this pass to share old age with. You're trying to kill yourself before we get there."

K'laarn frowns and says, "I'm not, Telinda." He sighs and looks away. "Did you know that I'm no longer Wingleader at Honshu?" He furrows his brow. "I suppose the lengthy time away prompted the change. I cannot blame them." HE folds his fingers together. "Telinda, you need to make up your mind if you do or don't. For too many years now we've been going back and forth on this issue, and one day it seems like you don't, another it seems like you can't live without me. IT needs to be settled." He says determinedly, though his voice is low and rough, a throat ravaged by coughing of the last few days or so.

Telinda shrugs, "It needs to be settled?! IT?!" She shakes her head, "That's all I am to you, yes? An it, an object, something to be wanted. It doesn't work that way. I don't work that way. Yes, we go back and forth every other sevenday it seems. Have you ever wondered why? No, course not. You're a man. You're a bronzerider. A lethal combination!" She levers herself to her feet once more, turning her back on K'laarn least he sees the expression on her face. "Maybe we just need to finish it once and forever" she comments, tone flat, though the emotion crackles through it.

By the expression on the bronzerider's face, K'laarns wondering how everything could of gone so wrong between one word or two and the next. His eyes widen and he starts to say something but is thrown into a fit of coughing that wracks through his entire body as he sucks in too much air at his suprise of her temper. But he shouldn't be too surprised -- she's always been fiery. But finally, after wiping his mouth and straightening up, he breathes, "F-f-finish it?" His voice tone indicates he doth not like the sound or even a -hint- of that. His face twists into anger -- as ever he turns when confronted by Telinda's extremisim. Normally, hurtful words would follow at this point. He'd likely say something about how: Fine, she could end it, he's got a dearth of women waiting and hanging on his every word, just look at the women all having his babies! But he doesn't say this. No. K'laarn says something typically un-iritable-K'laarnish. He says what he means, instead of what hurt feelings prompt him to spew. "That hurt Telinda. You should know by now I don't consider us an 'it'. I was refering to our relationship as an it. Would you rather me say our relationship 'all' the time? Its alot more words to say than 'it'. You and I mean alot to me. Always have. Since the first time I laid eyes on you and lost my heart to someone else beside my sharding dragon. Shards." He swears. "You have such a low opinon of me. IF you want me to stay here at Southern, then fine, I 'will'!" He vows. "I'll put in for a transfer." He doesn't mention that him being sick will keep him at Southern for a long time anyhow, he's not thinking of that, only that the thought of loosing Telinda has suddenly become an awful prospect. "I don't know what else to do." He continues, overriding anything Telinda might try to say for a few moments, "To make you think better of me. I'm me, flawless but me. You stereotyping me as you do isn't wholley accurate. If you can't accept me for me, as I accept you for you, then.. " And here he pauses, "Perhaps.. perhaps you're right." HE manages to say most of that without coughing, but right after, another series starts in. He starts to stand, body tense with fury. He can't go outside though, and he doesn't want the Infirmary, so he stands there, sort of lamely.

Telinda turns slowly around to watch K'laarn, "You'd really stay? For me?" she asks, "Not that I'd want you to. I mean, I want you to, it's just I know that you have your duty to serve as I have mine. K'laarn.." she takes a step forward, blinking rapidly for a few seconds -- tears? Maybe. "I can't help what I say. You just treat things so blithely. Us. Your life. Everything. I don't. We differ in that way." Her lips curl slightly at the corners, "You fell in love at first sight?" she repeats, only just getting that bit now. Takes time for it to sink in occasionally.

K'laarn nods his head simply. "Yeah." He replies. "I did. Why do you think I kissed you?" he furrows his brow. "I don't mean to treat things like, as if I didn't care. I do care. I guess I can work on that." HE fumbles for words, "I can do my duty just as well here as at Honshu." He doesn't seem to exactly like that prospect, but if it'll help things with he and Telinda -- well he'll take the plunge.

Bertha flips her fingers and mutters loyally, "Honshu can't hold a candle to Southern!"

Telinda rolls her eyes, "And I slapped you, yes I remember!" She sighs, "I won't make you stay here. I know you have no choice at present, but you don't sound very willing to be here other than some reason to placate me. It's not necessary" well maybe, she's never going to admit to it, "Do what you want, I'll be here" she shrugs, "but I wouldn't get yourself tied down here unless _you_ really want it."

K'laarn makes a firm decision. Someone has to, and Telinda doesn't seem to be the one to want to do it. "No, I will stay. If Eliora and Kestia as well as R'zar and R'lien can agree to it. I'll stay.," then he adds, so that this woman, someone he loves more than himself, and equal to his dragon, can have no doubt. "I want to stay. I'm tired of not being able to see you every day if I had the desire too, tired of wearing myself and Rnayth out to see you when I do get to."

Telinda's smile increases slowly, the light reaching her eyes, "Are you sure? Sure, sure? I mean forever? Not just until you are well?" Have to make sure after all.

K'laarn gives Telinda a frown. "Do you doubt me?" He tries to sound all grumbly, but with that cough, it doesn't work well. He starts coughing, to his embarassment, though it ends quickly. Then he smiles and replies "Aye, for as long as I'm able." Isn't that forever?

Telinda crosses her arms, whilst her foot taps out a beat on the floor. After what could seem like forever, she nods, "That'll do." I guess. "I'll make sure you have a cottage set up so at least when you've left the infirmary you'll have somewhere to stay that's comfortable."

K'laarn looks frankly at Telinda and says firmly. "I'm staying with you." His tone bespeaks volumes. "I want you to be my weyrmate. If I'm staying, I want you to be my weyrmate." He repeats.

Telinda blinks, "Pardon?" she says quietly, almost so much so that it's a whisper.

K'laarn simply looks at Telinda, face stern, unnatural pallor maring bronzed skin. He manages a smile though, cracking that stern facade. Patiently, he repeats yet again. "I'm staying with you. I want you as my weyrmate if I'm staying."

Telinda nods, "I see. Not Telinda, would you please be my weyrmate. You just want me as it?" Not that she hasn't hoped for this, or nearly asked him herself Faranth knows how many times, but, a girl has to have her priorities right.

K'laarn looks disgruntled. He has to -ask-? Isn't it already obvious that Telinda -wants- to be his Weyrmate? I mean, why ask him to stay if otherwise, right? These thoughts change his expressions in a variety of ways, but mainly: he looks slightly confused and somewhat baffled by Telinda. Finally his thoughts become voiced. "Isn't that what you want Telinda? You want me to stay, why else? Its what I want. Should I ask too, when I already know what you'll say?" He almost sounds arrogant, but its simply confidence brought to fore by truthfullness.

The fact that K'laarn is baffled should be of no surprise to him, Telinda's always been good at the bafflement part. She nods, "Yes, I want you to ask, because I might say no in the end." Not that she will, but the option should be there. "And don't put on that tone of voice with me, you might be older, but I'm not a young, naive Headwoman any longer. I'm a weyrwoman, and a good one at that!"

K'laarn almost says something about the bother of asking when one knows the answer, but wisely doesn't. How does one go about asking for these things? He looks around, as if to see if he can find the answer somehow else.

Telinda stares at K'laarn, "Well? You want me to ask?! One of us has to! I'm not doing this otherwise!"

K'laarn blinks at Telinda. Whats this? Now she wants to ask too? He looks even more baffled. Really. Someone has to -ask- to find out an answer already known? He very nearly sighs, but it gets covered in an embarassed and untimely cough that gets wiped away. Tongue licks over slightly chapped lips. "Will you be my weyrmate, Telinda?" There, he's asked it. He looks as if he feels kind of silly asking for something when it doesn't need to be questioned -- but there you are.

"I'll think about it" Telinda comments, smiling to herself it seems more than anything. Another pause, brief though. "Alright, thinking done. Decision made. Yes."

K'laarn almost had some doubts there, for about 10 secons as Telinda did her thinking. Relief floods his face. Well now thats done and over with. "Good." Is all he says.. man of few words, is he. He relaxes, deed done, commitment initiated. Then he smiles, slowly, grin becoming bigger with each passing moment.

Telinda snorts, arms still crossed over her chest, "What?!" she demands

The bronzerider continues to smile as he says, "I'm happy."

Telinda nods, "About what?" she asks.

K'laarn walks over to Telinda and starts to wrap his arms around her. "I think you know." he says simply.

Telinda pokes K'laarn gently in the chest, "Don't you be getting ill on me, you've no idea how worried I've been and this is no excuse to get passed me and start being silly again. Understand?" There's no denying the love in her voice though.

K'laarn looks at the weyrwoman appologetically. "Then perhaps I should submit to your great care." He says succiently.

Telinda hrms, "That depends on whether you'd do as I asked?"

K'laarn considers and says with a drawl. "I might."