I'll Be the Watcher of the Eternal Flame // Open, Medical Check ups

[Kian.]

hold fast, tides are turning

Kian was not keen on any medical check-ups.  Not for himself, anyway.  He supposed, in the end, he could appreciate his daughter's willingness, although he was rather confident in his abilities to look after her himself; he was not after all, ignorant in terms of the medical field.  He was no doctor, however, and truthfully he did not like doctors and their tendency to start poking around.  The doctor on his crew was a tad like that, he remembered unenthusiastically.  He bit back a scowl as he joined the group, ear flicking, his own sea green eyes intently alert, gleaming with an almost icy calm.

Masks were not trustworthy as far as he was concerned.  Of course, one could argue there were multiple kinds of masks.  In this doctor's case, it was physical.  The fae smiled fondly at his daughter, though he knew she would not see it, she would know he was there at least.  "Sib had a run in with a crab the other day," he kept his voice light, allowing a teasing tone to creep in.  He did not want Keona worried he was upset about the incident, although he did indeed not appreciate the way she had crept off on her own.  That would be left for a future conversation.

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