*Day 9, Late, Medcenter*
**N'lin**

He drifted in that foggy netherland of almost awake but sill sleeping and
aware of it.  It was pleasant, but it seemed blurrier then usual, almost
cloying, and that was worrisome in vague way.  He was aware of some one
taking his hand, a female some one and the sudden intruding feeling of shock
that almost woke him up before she broke contact.  Only now he was aware of
her, a vague sort of presence near him, hovering like a mosquito you could
almost hear, but not close enough to take a swat at.  He started to make the
irritating climb towards wakefulness when the mosquito suddenly came zooming
in and bit his forehead.    Mentally he slapped it and opened his eyes,
trying to focus them.

"I'm Moira, newly joined rider of Vasra," the dark, still blurry shape above
him introduced herself.  "I help out in the med center sometimes. How are
you feeling?"

"Groggy," N'lin muttered, finally bringing her face into focus.

The first thing he noticed, naturally, were her eyes.  He liked them, they
were unique in a very lovely sort of way.  They were, he decided, her best
feature.

He levered himself up and looked around, sighing as he placed his all too
familiar surroundings.  A med center was a med center, no matter where it
was, and he was in one.

"I'm N'lin, rider of Trefoil,"  he offered his hand.  "Nice to meet you.  I
don't think I remember you from before."

He didn't bother asking why he was here, he already knew.  Mating flight,
and then the night terror.  It happened every time, except once, but that
was a special case and he knew it.  It was a problem he was going to have to
work on.

Then he spotted the cup and the pill.

"I'm not taking it," came out of his mouth reflexively, followed by a wince.
There went any chance of her forgetting about it.

She blinked in surprise.  "Huh? Not taking what?"

"Uh... nothing..." he muttered.

"Oh, your pill," she said, giving him a quizzical look.

He supposed he could understand that, it was rather juvenile not to take
one's medicine.. usually.

"Yes, but its not my pill, because I'm not going to take it.  There isn't
anything wrong with me..." he trailed off at her raised eyebrow.

"Ok," he conceded with a sigh, "there isn't anything wrong with me right
*now.* I'm fine, honest.  I'll even stay here since I don't have anywhere
else to go.  Just please don't try to force any drugs down my throat or in
my arm, ok?"

"I'm not a healer," Moira explained, "I just help out sometimes.  Xanthia
told me to give this too you, and that's all I can really say about it."

"Xanthia, eh?  I remember her... but that's not the point.  Do you think I
need something, especially since I'm stuck here for the night anyway?"
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Bridget
N'lin and Trefoil