A Healer's Work is Never Done [Open]

Ezra had been organizing the supply closet in the infirmary, Saireth having been resting quietly on a pillow that Ezra carried so his dragon did not have to lay on the cold floor while he did some work. Between their weyrling lessons, the young rider to be was still the trained healer he always was and liked to be working. Humming to himself as he came out of the closet with his arms full of herbs, empty bottles and a mortor and pestle, he settled at table workspace before him and placed the items on the table. Pausing for a moment, he got up and went over and knelt down to his blue dragon and scooped him up in a warm embrace and rubbed his little head between his headknobs. " Do not think I have forgotten about my favorite dragon in all of Pern?" He said with an affectionate softness most would assume of a parent talking to their infant child. Saireth made a pleased rumble and snuggled against his rider and for that moment, Ezra forgot anything else in the world. That was till he heard someone come into the room and turned around, his pudgy baby blue dragonet still in his arms. " Apologies, I will be right with you!" he called and then placed a kiss on his dragon's head, between the knobs and placed him back on his pillow.