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When he still didn’t move, she gave a gentle, loving shake of her head and simply turned away to grab the plates of food which Teyla had brought to her only moments before Carson arrived.
Since she wasn’t familiar with the cuisine of Earth, Lansiah had asked the Athosian to help her out and Teyla had been all too willing to oblige. Over the past few days, Lansiah had spent almost as much time with the Athosian as she had in the infirmary with Carson. She had gotten to know the other woman quite well and wasn’t wholly unsurprised to discover that the two of them got along quite well. Having been an only child, Lansiah had never had any siblings but during her time with Teyla, she had begun to feel a bond that was almost sisterly form between them. It was oddly comforting to know that she had a friend such as that, whom she could feel comfortable with to go to about any situation. She had never felt that before and she wasn’t thoroughly enjoying it.
Lansiah came back to the table to find that Carson had finally sat himself at it. When she had put the setup together, she had kept Carson’s injuries in mind and so kept the table against a wall, allowing him to place them against it just behind his chair. Unaware that she had returned, the Hoan took a moment to observe her friend. She was more than well aware that he was putting on a front for his friends when they were around and though she didn’t expect him to do that with her, she often found it easier to observe the truth about a situation or a person if they do not know you are there.
Carson sat at the table with his right leg stretched out underneath it. His left was bent at the knee, the calf sitting under his chair. He wore a pair of deep blue jeans loose enough to fit over the supple bandaging on his injured leg. His torso was dressed in a midnight blue dress shirt with white buttons down the front. Thin stripes could be seen on the shirt if one looked close enough but she supposed that no one save her would take the time to stare that hard. On his feet he wore soft leather boots that ended just below his ankles, the rim of the shoe cupping his ankle in an almost loving curve. Between the shoes and his bare feet he wore dark blue socks which peeked out just beneath the end of his jeans. His left hand held onto his right, gently massaging the injured hand as he stared off at nothing in particular.
Since she wasn’t familiar with the cuisine of Earth, Lansiah had asked the Athosian to help her out and Teyla had been all too willing to oblige. Over the past few days, Lansiah had spent almost as much time with the Athosian as she had in the infirmary with Carson. She had gotten to know the other woman quite well and wasn’t wholly unsurprised to discover that the two of them got along quite well. Having been an only child, Lansiah had never had any siblings but during her time with Teyla, she had begun to feel a bond that was almost sisterly form between them. It was oddly comforting to know that she had a friend such as that, whom she could feel comfortable with to go to about any situation. She had never felt that before and she wasn’t thoroughly enjoying it.
Lansiah came back to the table to find that Carson had finally sat himself at it. When she had put the setup together, she had kept Carson’s injuries in mind and so kept the table against a wall, allowing him to place them against it just behind his chair. Unaware that she had returned, the Hoan took a moment to observe her friend. She was more than well aware that he was putting on a front for his friends when they were around and though she didn’t expect him to do that with her, she often found it easier to observe the truth about a situation or a person if they do not know you are there.
Carson sat at the table with his right leg stretched out underneath it. His left was bent at the knee, the calf sitting under his chair. He wore a pair of deep blue jeans loose enough to fit over the supple bandaging on his injured leg. His torso was dressed in a midnight blue dress shirt with white buttons down the front. Thin stripes could be seen on the shirt if one looked close enough but she supposed that no one save her would take the time to stare that hard. On his feet he wore soft leather boots that ended just below his ankles, the rim of the shoe cupping his ankle in an almost loving curve. Between the shoes and his bare feet he wore dark blue socks which peeked out just beneath the end of his jeans. His left hand held onto his right, gently massaging the injured hand as he stared off at nothing in particular.
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