Khavien groaned outwardly as he sat on the bench beside his large friend with a thud. Rick rolled his eyes, his mug paused halfway towards taking another drink, “What happened this time?”
“She’s just so infuriating!” Khavien growled, his hands raking into his hair in frustration, “I can’t understand her, Shire. She’s completely stubborn.”
Rick let out a small chuckle, finally taking another gulp of his rather lukewarm tea. ‘Takes one to know one.’ he thought to himself.
“She questions damned near everything. There’s just no middle ground with that woman. Everything is a battle with her. I can’t say a thrice damned thing without her contradicting me at every turn.” Khavien continued, his forehead cradled in his palms on the table, “How the hell am I supposed to keep everyone alive if our only competent healer won’t listen to me?”
Rick looked at him, his thick brow raising with mild bewilderment, “Only? I think you’re forgetting a few people, Thailab.”
“You know what I mean. A field medic is one thing, but with Rhicarte as he is, Riana is our only real physician… And she’s more difficult to deal with than breaking a wild horse. She keeps insisting on putting herself in danger when we need her out of the way in case the worst happens. But no, fates forbid she just follows commands like everyone else. She’s just so… so... URG!”
Rick took pause, resting his chin on an upturned palm with his elbow on the table, the side of his mouth raised is a suspecting grin, “And?”
“And what?” Khavien said, finally lifting his head to glare at Rick under brow, “The hell is that look for?”
Rick continued to smile and gave a small shrug, “Oh, nothing. But do go on, what else have you to say about our lil’ fire head?”
Khavien gave him a disgusted grimace of disbelief, “Don’t you even go there.”
“What?” Rick asked with exaggerated innocence.
“You know damned well what! It’s not like that at all!” Khavien growled.
“I’m just saying that anytime you complained about a woman, it usually meant you had an interest beyond, you know,” the quarter giant made a circular motion with his wrist to emphasis his implication.
“I do not.” Khavien said with indignation.
“Course you do. It’s just like that time with Lhyla,”
“We were ten.”
“And Wharda,” the quarter giant continued, now counting the names off on his fingers.
“She was the one who pursued me, if you recall.”
“Was already promised to someone else.”
“All but married to her career to begin with.”
“Are you insinuating I would have pursued my own cousin?” Khavien said with a visible cringe.
“My point is,” Rick said crossing his arms back onto the tabletop, “You wouldn’t be making such a big deal out of a little spat if you didn’t find something about Riana that, mmm, attracts you.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Khavien stood up from the table.
“And you’re smitten,” Rick countered.
“Think what you want, but you’re wrong. The only reason she’s agitating me is because I need her if I want to keep us all alive in this thrice damned forest. And she’s making my job harder than it needs to be. So you can just forget about your little imaginary fancy.” Khavien said with finality as he left the cabin.
Rick raised his eyes skywards with a heavy sigh, ‘Oh, yeah, he’s in real deep.’
Late night drabble because I couldn't get the scene out of my head. Now excuse me while I crash for the night.