Stupid Badgers...

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Ashnel wakes to the sound of voices. He tries to sit up, and the room sways like a ship. The squirrel falls back against the pillows, and realises then that he must be in the healers' section of Salamandastron.*
Last time I was in here, *Ashnel begins, addressing the ceiling thoughtfully without realising that he is speaking aloud.* Was twelve or so summers ago, when I cut my paw on the rocks when me and Jupiter were searching for jellyfish in the rockpools...

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Regen nods to the fox. *Aye, I c'n feel.
*He glances to the side in Ashnel's direction as the other squirrel speaks, then drawls back, *I'll bet it wasn't any more interestin' then.

[Engel]

OOC- Balder is a fox, not a rat.

BIC-

That's good. *He glances over at the other squirrel as he puts Regen's arm down, tipping an ear in dryly amused curiosity* Good morning. I see you're feeling chipper enough to give us a history lesson?

[Tinsy Stormsight]

OOC: Oops, sorry. For some reason I keep imagining Balder as a rat.
*will fix*

BIC:
*Regen grins up at the cieling in a self-amused manner.*
*How's life, Ashnel?

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Ashnel beams at the ceiling, but keeps his tone sarcastic as Regen's. So you're not dead either... good morning to you too.* A little worse from hearing you, Reg'n, an' I was fine with being unconscious, y'know?

[Stoakly Centurio]

*Stoakly leans up from the bed, rolling his eyes.* And I thought I'd get some peace and quiet... *The ferret gets out from the bed, nodding to Ashnel.* G'morning, are all the troops healed? *He asks, looking for his dagger.* Did some dumb badger move my dagger? *Stoakly covers his lips.* I hope I did not say that too loud. *The ferret rollshis eyes again and continues looking.*

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Ashnel stiffens and as Stoakly begins looking again for the dagger, the squirrel throws a barely concealed, contemptuous look at the ferret. Dumb badgers? Jupiter's neither stupid, or incapable of speech. Ashnel then voices this allowed, purposely in an audible tone, but quiet enough so Stoakly won't be able to know what he said.*

[Engel]

Gentlebeasts. *Balder pronounces, voice short and a little tart, before a fight has the chance to break out. He can barely make out that the other squirrel had made a sound at all, but guesses the gist of it well enough with a glance at his face. Just what I need, a brawl on my corner of the ward.* There are no weapons allowed in the infirmary. Sir- *He turns to the belligerent ferret* If you're well enough to walk and want your weapon that badly, you can ask the hares for a bunk in the barracks. *He's not going to voice it, but he's also slightly put-out that the ferret is asking another patient about the troops' state of health -- he doesn't wish to read it as a deliberate slight, but it's difficult.*

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Regen grins more broadly at Ashnel's statement, but doesn't continue the conversation.
*He glances over at Stoakly.*
.* G'morning, are all the troops healed? *
*The squirrel says loudly, *No, * in reply, whether he was actually asked or not.*
*The ferret's comment about the dagger goes without comment, however.*
.....jus' cause you don't like 'em doesn't mean that they're dumb....but then, ye've never met Stormsight, have ya?

[Terragon Scrufftail]

*Ashnel nods to the fox and raises his paws as though surrendering.* Alright, sorry... I'll just... yes. *He trails off, and knows that were Terragon here, she would know doubt point out the long silence that Ashnel is certain will follow. The dark squirrel is proven wrong, because he breaks his own silence at the thought of the leaderess.* Terragon! Where's... *Ashnel swears loudly, despite having (almost) promised Balder he'll behave himself.* Did anybeast see her? On the battlefield...

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Regen sits up, concussion or not, groans slightly, and looks around. *No, I 'aven't seen 'er...not since the battle started.
*The squirrel attempts to get up, stumbles a bit on the floor, and sits on the bed. *Balder, d'ya know where my boots are?

[Engel]

In the locked trunk I'm holding the key to, *He replies, ducking out of the apron and hanging it on a peg. He takes the tools out of the pocket, retrieving a leather roll he's tucked into his belt and replacing each tool one by one in its pouch in the strip before rolling it back up.* I warned you about keeping still, but you're a free beast, so I can't stop you. I'm coming along, though. *The corner of his mouth curls, tone morbidly jesting.* You'll need someone to drag you back indoors if you go into fits and die.

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Right. Can y' get them out f'r me, then? I 'ave t' go look for Terragon....
*Regen appears to take no notice of the fox's amusement, but instead hauls himself up on the edge of the bed and takes a few wobbly steps forward.*
.....this is stupid, Reg'....

[Engel]

Right. *Balder goes back to his basket of fresh-washed bandages, plucking the key from the ground beside it. He then goes to the trunk, unlocking it and fishing through for a pair of boots that look the right size before pulling them out and locking it back up.* Why don't you have a seat and put these on, *He suggests, putting them down at the foot of Regen's bed. If you can't figure out which paw each one goes on, you're not leaving that bed.* I'll go check with the recorder if they found a . . . sorry, who is it you're looking for? *He asks, ears twitching.*

OOC - Terragon, would you mind playing the infirmary head/recorder/etc for a post or two? Just so you can dictate where your character is or isn't.

[Tinsy Stormsight]

*Regen sits again, looking down at his boots. *Ah, Terragon Scrufftail.....or Canopy, I guess.....she's a squirrel.
*He pauses a moment, then picks up a boot and stuffs his paw into it - fortunately, it's the right one.*
*She oughta be aroun' here somewhere...
Unless she's dead.
*The squirrel begins to lace his boot, ignoring his thoughts.*