The Grey Tower

Caddoc’s full lips moved in the barest of smiles, something that was almost a guffaw for him. “Then I suppose I am simply not a good person.” He said, and it did not seem he was trying to make a joke. He sounded serious. “But then again, I would rather be a bad person than a bad Healer.” He heard Jeremiah’s derisive sound from behind him before the fighter spoke. “Emotion is a hindrance. One might become so overwhelmed with one’s emotion that one ceases to rely on skill and instead relies solely on emotion. It is then that one fails as a Healer.” Caddoc gave his own soft snort, and nodded his head.

Garren, for his own part, ignored both of the men as he sat. This was not the first time he had heard Jeremiah speak on such things, and while he didn’t always agree with him, he had learned it best not to argue with him. He had grown, it seemed, use to the oddly serious young man. Caddoc he was less accustomed to, but he remembered his time in the Infirmary with the other, and he certainly remembered how it had gone down. There was a soft rumbling in his throat that he wasn’t aware he was making until he caught the wary look in Caddoc’s green eyes. He quieted as Angel touched him, turning his gaze to her. Giving her a smile, he reached up and took her hand. “I’m fine.” He said, softly kissing her fingers instead. “It’s not much. A few bruises and cuts… I’ve received worse in training sessions with Drin.” He chuckled at this, even as her touch to his cut brow made him wince a little.

Caddoc’s brow shot up, this the first full emotional response he had given since meeting her. He seemed a little tense, suddenly, and his gaze shifted to Jeremiah for a moment, though the other didn’t respond to whatever was in the Dedicated’s gaze. Caddoc looked to Angel again, asking. “And why are you incapable of Healing him without Linking?” he asked warily.

Angelique al'Chan

“I wouldn’t know.” Caddoc responded, and his tone seemed to have become more flat than usual, if that was even possible. “My experience with Linking is…limited.” His green eyes were more like fetid pools now, watching her almost scathingly. “As for waiting for permission.” He shrugged and sent a discordant tune through his harp with a flick of his fingers, the melody sharp and without beauty. “If you are willing, and able of course, to do as you wish, I do not see why you would allow ‘permission’ to stop you. After all, there are none here that would fly to report your actions….”

He allowed a thin smile to touch his lips, tight and, in its own way sarcastic, as he gazed at the woman. “But if you believe that it is in your best interest to pretend to be a docile little Novice, far be it for me to dissuade you.” He cocked his head to the side, watching her closely as he seized Saidin. The Power flooded him like life itself, color brighter, sounds sharper as he wrestled it into his grasp like a bull on the loose. He inhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay calm, though as always holding the One Power made him feel like an unstoppable force. He had come to understand that was the same for men and women alike. He prepared himself to Link. “Understand.” He said. “That if you abuse my abilities, I will not hesitate to force you to relinquish them…” Garren was tense as he watched Caddoc. For a moment his eyes flickered to Jeremiah who looked back. The other man said nothing, but he did move closer to Caddoc and nodded to Garren, who quieted some and looked to Angel. “The wounds are not that bad, Angel…” he said quietly. “You do not have to risk getting yourself in trouble..”

Angelique al'Chan

Caddoc’s eyes did not flicker with surprise or interest when he found out she was related to someone that had, once upon a time, been in a position of power. He had not known this fact, but neither did he find that he much cared. When he filled himself with the torrent that was Saidin and allowed her to link with him, however, he found something that did cause his interest to quicken. Those green eyes seemed to intensify and focus upon her for the first time since she had first appeared. They seemed to flare, and then to flash as her own widened with shock. He realized then that he had had no clue as to how a woman would react when they had Saidin and his strength within their grasp. How…fascinating.

It was almost with fear that she wove the Powers it took to form the Healing Weave. She did it swiftly, very swiftly, as if loathe to hold it a moment more, and then relinquished his Power back to him. And yet, even with her speed, she had deftly done this simple Healing. He nodded his head softly, as if judging how she had worked, but said nothing about the Weave. Instead he said, looking to Jeremiah, “It takes years and strength to learn to deal with Saidin. It is not for the weak of constitution… Nor for the fairer of our species…” The look he Jeremiah however was heavy with meaning and interest. In the moments the two men stared into each other’s eyes they seemed to speak volumes. Caddoc turned back to Angelique, watching her closely again for any signs of what she had felt before. “Of course.” He said when she thanked him.