Broken bones get really fiddly and complicated, especially when birds are provided to practice on.

He can do fiddly and complicated. He is dedicated to mastering this skill.

Eventually Savaross wants to test his skill on a human subject. Here is one of the older apprentices, with a broken leg and bleeding heavily. Whether he got this way by accident, inter-apprentice hostility, unrelated punishment, or if he was injured specifically for this demonstration goes unremarked upon.

Tassairen heals the older boy. He doesn't do it as quickly as a more practiced healer might, but he does it right.

Good! Tassairen is encouraged to work on improving his speed, but this is as much formal healing education as Savaross feels the need to provide. Have a dessert.

Mm. Dessert.

He keeps working on healing in his own time. It seems like an important skill to have.

A few days later Anaseverina doesn't turn up to dinner.

Really.

He eats his dinner, and then he goes looking. Maybe it's nothing, but maybe somebody needs to be taught not to mess with Tassairen's things.

She's not in any of the especially well-trafficked areas. If he looks really hard he can probably find her in one of the disused storage rooms she likes exploring.

It's worth the search.

Well, she's lying there with a badly broken leg looking like she's been crying.

He sits down next to her and heals her leg, before anything else.

She lies there for another second, and then sits up and says, "I'm supposed to tell you I fell off something and broke it by accident." The room contains a number of tall objects it would be plausible to fall off of wrong and break one's leg.

"Uh-huh," he says. "Who did it?"

"There were three of them. I saw Raokani and I recognized Sinatu's voice but I don't know who the third one was."

He smiles. "I'll find out."

And he stands up and offers his hand to help her to her feet.

She takes his hand and stands up and gives him a small smile.

He pets her head, like he would with his drakelet, and goes off looking for Raokani or Sinatu.

Sinatu is still eating dinner.

And now Sinatu is knocked out of his chair and immobilized on the floor.

"I don't like it when people mess with my things," says Tassairen, standing over him.

"What the fuck," Sinatu says.

"You damaged something of mine," he says.

"What are you talking about?"

And now Sinatu has a broken leg.

"There, does that help you remember?"

"What the fuck," he repeats, his face screwing up in pain as his leg breaks.