Thankfully the pair were ready to go. The quicker they got to Atricis and the healers, the better. Losing a goldrider to a treatable illness because they dragged their feet in ferrying them would be one spectacular failure. Neither T'ran nor Adnachielth would even consider it.
Instead, as T'ran began to strap the young gold in, Adnachielth crooned. She was making her own demands of him, demands that aligned with what he and T'ran wished. Please give us your cooperation and we will make sure of that, Adna replied softly. I promise that much. Our instructions are for your safety and comfort; follow them and you will soon be settling in at Atricis while Yours is tended to by the healers. In the event that she needs rest there are many who would be overjoyed to aid in your care.
"Okay," T'ran said as he finished with Siveynarth. "You're up next Teteakea. Would you like a hand up? Adnachielth is a pretty big fellow. Then, if you and Siveynarth would please indulge me a little longer, I would like to test the straps before we actually go between. I want to do all I can to get you both to Atricis Weyr safely."
H'tai grimaced ruefully. "Ah...sorry about that. I just could not help but observe...and I didn't stop to think that letting your partner know would be trouble."
Ifrith assured Arjunavoreth.
"Right," H'tai agreed, putting a smile on for the weyrling pair. "There is nothing all that wrong but that coughing doesn't feel good and takes energy I know no weyrling has to spare. Um...by the way, are you two coming? I have straps for Arjunavoreth and D'tur you will need to be strapped in as well..."
H'tai trailed off when D'tur coughed again, remaining quiet when the young man asked him a question. "The candidates? Mmm, I'm pretty sure any that are sick will be going to Atricis. We're receiving all the ill so they can be treated and recover in the warm climate. I could not say for the candidates who are not sick though. That would be a matter between the Weyrleaders-and I mean all of them, not just Atricis' Weyrleaders. I am confident they will all be evacuated though. There is nothing for them here, not now. So uh, ready to get that cough taken care of? And here let me see if I have something to help insulate you...between tends to be most disagreeable for sickness and injuries..." The brownrider trailed off, mumbling somewhat, as he dug through the saddlebags. Ifrith rumbled, amused by his rider's antics.