Who

J'ran, Arianne, Myziri

What

J'ran and Yerenath are confined to the infirmary and its environs, Arianne's minding him, and Myziri and Sahizath come to visit.

Flight-related stuff

When

It is evening of the sixteenth day of the fourth month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass. It is the seventy-sixth day of Autumn and 56 degrees. The autumn rain drums the weyr pleasantly throughout the night.

Where

Dragon Infirmary, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 04 Mar 2016 08:00

 

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"What we can endure only makes us stronger, J'ran."


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Dragon Infirmary

An exceptionally large cavernous area is set aside for the dragons of the weyr to convalesce. Immediately adjacent to the ground weyrs, it provides some privacy for those pairs whose injuries require more silence and solitude for recovery. But there are also a number of dragon wallows here for triage and diagnosis; those with the worst injuries have the wallows nearest the open air exit reserved for them until they're well enough to be moved further in. Bins, shelves, and locked cabinets store all of the medicines and raw ingredients the dragonhealers will need for treatment, as well as things like blankets and 'medicinal whiskey' for the riders of the afflicted. A lettering system applied to the shelves above one lone desk hint at a filing system used by those who work here.


Rumors notwithstanding that one of Lynx's greenriders has had the cheese slide off his cracker, there is no shouting as there was down on the beach a couple nights ago. However, J'ran is still confined to the Weyr and required to remain in the vicinity of the Infirmary 'just in case'. Apparently there are still questions among the human Healers as to the young man's mental health. And no few wondering just how a proddy dragon can cause such an alteration in personality. Yerenath is curled up in the opening of one of the wallows set aside for recuperating dragons and riders, her eyes whirling with orange flecks in the deep blue that is normal for her. "No. You know I can't do that. No. It's not your fault. It's mine, okay?" The greenrider paces to and fro, his arms crossed while the fingers of one hand worry and twist at the short hairs against his right temple, and mutters at the same time. His words apparently directed to the faintly glowing green though to an outsider he looks quite unhinged though better rested than he's been in a couple days.

Arianne sure isn't one to judge when it comes to just what affect a dragon's moods can have on their rider. She's definitely judgy. Just not about that. So when she strides in from the main caverns with her klah refill, clipboard, and the workface on… her gaze merely darts from slightly glowing green to slightly unhinged rider with barely a change in expression. "J'ran, how nice to see you. How is Yerenath doing?" Pausing, she turns towards the green in question. "Maybe I should ask you directly, darling green. Should I come over and have a look at you?"

A breath of autumn air is brought in by a certain Lynx wingsecond as well as the moonscaped dragon who follows her; one goes directly toward J'ran, the other immediately pads gracefully to the green in her wallow, curling up next to her as she was wont to do in their weyrling days in silent comfort. She smells of fresh things - rain, the hint of chill that lingers from flying over the snowy mountains, a hint of salt from the sea as well. Her rider smells the same and as damp, considering they just got off sweeps. She stops short of actual contact with J'ran to remove her wet jacket, helmet, and gloves. "You silly man. Trust you to end up in the infirmary because your dragon's gone proddy first time." Affection and amusement mingle in her tones; her head turns, however, at the realization that Arianne is there too "Hey. It's okay if I visit this idiot, right?" She tilts her head toward J'ran. Sahizath? She's not asking for permission.

J'ran continues his muttering commentary, apparently answering the same questions or at least answers to other questions that have the same answers he's already given which adds to the perception that he's going — or already gone — insane. The new voice filtering through the internal yammering pulls him up short as he looks at the brownrider a bit wild-eyed. "She … sh-she's fine. She just … she wants me to go fly with her but …" His voice trails off as the dragonhealer turns to his lifemate and asks the little green directly. A heavy huff forestalls the hand reaching to keep Arianne from approaching Yerenath and he subsides as his dragon lifts her head to peer around for the woman's brown. Not seeing Caelth anywhere around, Yerenath inclines her head and shifts a little closer, willing to allow the examination as long as the male isn't around. When Myziri shows up though, he manages a faint smile at her comment, his head ducking as some color comes into his cheeks in embarrassment. The biggest change is when Sahizath curls up next to Yerenath though, a subtle tension eases for both dragon and rider though J'ran sways slightly on his feet at the sudden sessation of chatter in his head.

"But you can't until she's risen for her mating flight." Arianne finishes the stuttering thought, giving J'ran what she hopes is an understanding smile before Yerenath allows her to approach and have a look at the gleaming hide. "Sahizath, Myziri.. I expect the company is much appreciated about now. And look at that. It's so nice to see clutchmates with a bond like that. Where one calms the other." She'll step back so that the two greens can get nice and cozy while she hads over to the desk with all the nifty drawers and cupboards. "Why don't you steer him towards a seat, Myziri." is prompted, as a shot glass is pulled down and a healthy dose of whiskey is poured out. "Something to steady the nerves, maybe. That might help."

"Of course he can't until the mating flight." Myziri agrees with Arianne, adding a smile for the healer. "And neither can she. And why they're driving each other crazy about the semantics of it all…." she shakes her head as she moves forward to hug J'ran, ignoring that embarrassment "Stupid thing. I expected better of you, Jor. Who's the one always telling me to chill?" She takes his hand, moving toward his bed rather than a chair, and pushes him down on it "Get in. You and I are gonna cuddle." And don't worry, Ari, it's purely platonic "Sahizath will keep Yerenath out of your head for a bit, Arianne will give you something to relax you, and I'll start repaying some of that comfort I owe you." Because what are best friends for? Sahizath seems to be doing her part, at least, tucking herself close to the other green. Myziri nods to the healer's comment about the couchmates "They've been like that since weyrlinghood. Sahizath doesn't seem to take to other dragons, the way she took to Yer. She's the one who chose." Grin goes back to J'ran "I've been a pain in J'ran's ass ever since." Teasing - these two are totally comfy with each other.

A deep sigh is given, both in relief of the surcease from constant chatter and that the dragonhealer seems to understand. "I know. It's trying to get her to understand that is the problem." Now that Yerenath is letting J'ran get a bit of peace, he's a lot more articulate and less insane-seeming. "She's never acted like this before so it kinda hit me out of the blue. She's always been so … sweet-tempered and amiable." Rather like him. The young man is quite willing to let someone else steer him around for a while, too weary mentally and physically to protest. A low groan is given when he's pushed down on the cot though he does as he's told and leans against the wall at the head, the pillow cushioning his back as he finally relaxes. He looks up at Arianne as she moves to retrieve that dose of whiskey and manages a small smile. "I'm sorry to be such a bother, ma'am. I just didn't think Yerenath would … change quite so much when she went proddy. It caught me off-guard, I guess."

Arianne doesn't even bat an eyelash. She's seen some weird shit here in the infirmary, yo. Cuddling is pretty tame, especially around proddy people. "You need to practice a bit of mental discipline with her; in your case, it may be that you need to block some of her stronger… less sweet tempered emotions, so that you don't wind up so stressed out." The words are offered quietly, though her lips are quirked into a bit of a smile. "I suspect you learned all of that in Weyrlinghood, but it's harder to put into practice than the theory of it is. And believe me, I much prefer helping with this than I do having to stitch up threadscored hide. So don't worry over it." Whomever holds their hand out for the glass will get the drink, though they all know it's meant for poor J'ran. "Sahizath seems to be doing well, Myziri."

Myziri's the snuggler this time and J'ran the snugglee, so she nudges him forward, wedges herself behind him and wraps her arms around him - living armchair! after kicking off her boots since she figures Arianne doesn't want the muddy things in her infirmary bed. She kisses J'ran's cheek, too, and then puts her chin on his shoulder. "Your words strike fear in my heart, J'ran - if this is how Yerenath acts, what will Sahizath do?" The darkling green doesn't even bother to lift her head from where it rests on Yerenath's shoulder, an echo of her rider. "She's more even-tempered than Yerenath, after all." Myziri doesn't look too concerned, though - it's a long while since she's worried about that sort of thing. Instead, she watches Arianne "She's right, J'ran. You just have to push it away when she gets like this. The fact is, you're too kindhearted." Girly. "Faranth, I prefer helping with this than threadscore. You remember what happened last time I saw dragon ichor." Upchuck time! She grins at the healer, hugs J'ran tighter "Of course she's doing well, Arianne. She's Sahizath." Nothing seems to faze the darned thing. "It's her rider who's always getting into scrapes. But thank you for saying so." Yep, plenty of pride there..

J'ran scoots a little downward on the cot when Myziri wedges herself behind him so that he leans against her rather than the other way around this time, the comfort accepted as he relaxes a bit more and reaches for the glass Arianne offers. "Thank you. I did learn it in weyrlinghood but she's never … balked at me telling her something she didn't want to hear before. Yeah, she's stubborn sometimes but never … cruel?" He's not even sure how to describe the stuff that had gone on in his head but cruel seems to be the best word he can come up with. Myziri's words earn a soft snort as he actually smiles and glances her direction before sipping at the whiskey. "Like you did when Sahizath had you dreaming of pie and pastries every night? And hungry or eating all day, Myz?" Another slow sip of the alcohol is taken, the young man letting his eyes close as he swallows and savors the burn when it rolls down his throat.

Arianne glances sidelong at the resting green in question, pouring another shot glass of the 'medicinal' whiskey just in case it's needed before the bottle is capped and neatly tucked away. "That can be difficult to deal with, especially when you've the opposite sort of personality. But that's what she needs you for; to be able to deal with her mood changes and help her push trough them until she can lead the males in a merry chase. I imagine it's the worst the first time around. But, I'm afraid I haven't any direct experience with the proddiness. Might I suggest Z'bor, or H'ris for you to talk to, to get advice from? Or perhaps Prymelia. I can't imagine any of them saying no to offering a bit of help." A quick smile and nod is offered Myziri's way. "You're welcome. I have to check on a few of the injured pairs in the ground weyrs nearby. So just call out if you need anything."

"That's different." Myziri says immediately upon J'ran's comment about pie "Never drove me crazy, or landed me in the infirmary." No, it only drove her to doing extra stairs to work off the extra calories and keeping her ass from overflowing her riding leathers. "And it was a dream thing, anyway. Besides. It's pie." Hello! Totally best thing in the world! She tickles J'ran's ribs a bit, then grins at Arianne. "What she said, Jor. Or you should ask Sashlyn. I bet she could tell you all about how proddy works." It's hard to tell if she's kidding or not. "Thanks, Arianne. Oh! How's your kid? Haven't seen the little rugrat of late. Still doing well?" Before she runs off, and all.

J'ran notes the presence of that second shot, glad that it's there in case he needs it since this one is nearly finished and he's still a little fidgety. He nods at the advice and murmurs the names of the suggested riders to fix them in his memory before Yerenath can drive them out again. "I sure hope it gets easier after this first time. I thought I was ready for it but maybe it's her that wasn't. Maybe that's why she wanted me to tell her my preference of whose dragon wins?" He looks up to the brownrider since she has a lot more experience at this than he has. The tickling along his ribs makes him squirm though he doesn't really try to get away, knowing that Myziri is trying to make him feel better. "Yeah … I guess it is a bit different. But you did say you felt like you were going insane from it. Smelling it all over and wanting to eat it all the time." The young man finishes that first drink and sets the empty down so that he can take up the second. He might not be getting totally drunk but at least it's helping him relax more now that Sahizath has thoroughly distracted his own green lifemate.

Arianne will -always- discuss Kulari. Her expression, in fact, lights up with maternal pride at the mention of her daughter and a bright smile flashes. "She's doing quite well, thank you. Walking, running, talking… trying to share her mashed tubers by shoving her plate over the front of the high chair. You know, typical toddler things." Messy typical toddler things. And while there's a little part of her that quails at having to answer mating flight questions, she clears her throat and tries to reassure J'ran. "I expect if she's asking whose dragon you want to win, it's because she is concerned about your happiness after the flight is over. This is new to both of you. Perhaps try to reassure her that you understand it doesn't really matter which dragon wins; make the best one catch her and all will be fine." IE - Don't let Caelth catch. Cause he's an asshole. "All you need to remember is that it's just a flight. You're acting as an extension of your lifemate. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not… personal."

"Hey, I'm supposed to be helping you out, not you picking on me." Myz teases, jabbing J'ran lightly in the ribs. "You try not eating pie when you've got all that going on. Plus, that was weyrlinghood. Less control and stuff." Or so she'll swear to until she dies! She idly rubs J'ran's belly and chest as she shakes her head at Arianne "Jeez, she's doing all that? Where's the time gone? I remember when she was at the eat, sleep, shit stage. She talking yet?" Myziri seems to know a lot about babies and children - probably more than she wants. Nose wrinkles then, however, because the healer has totally nailed it. "She already knows." she says "Who he wants." She squeezes her best bud more tightly. "Sometimes, we can't have what we want…" is whispered more softly, next to his ear. Maybe Myz knows from personal experience, maybe she knows more about what J'ran wants than he thinks she does - or maybe he's told her? "Remember, J'ran, neither of you are going to care in the moment." So said the glorious weyrleader. With handpuppets.

J'ran has to grimace as the brownrider tells him that the results of a flight aren't personal though he nods slightly in understanding. "There are a few that have been trying to make it … personal." He sighs softly as he falls silent, content to listen to the women speak about more mundane things while he enjoys the temporary silence in his mind. A soft chuckle issues from his lips as he listens to how the brownrider's child is acting, remembering how his young cousins had been when they were toddlers. Too damn cute to get mad at for long. "I'll try to remember that, ma'am. And I'm going to be working on blocking her … less moderate emotions so they don't overwhelm me like this again." Even before this current bout of silence from the little green his control had gotten better though he's still not completely confident of being able to maintain it just yet. Myziri's poking at least gets another laugh though it is a little odd sounding as he seems near to tears he refuses to shed. His cheeks color at that whisper but he nods in acknowledgement as his eyes turn back to Arianne. "She does know one of the ones I'd prefer but they're … involved already." The young man doesn't quite understand that a flight doesn't mean he'll come between riders which he should since two of his 'boys' are weyrmated and had been for quite a while before he came on the scene.

"A flight is a flight. I know it's hard to imagine it now, but Myziri is correct. Neither of you are really going to be giving any thought to who you're engaging in the mating act with. I know that sounds clinical. But, it's true. You are more your lifemate in that moment then any other time. You'll see. I promise, it -does- get easier to handle and deal with. And anyone trying to make it personal can just come have a talk with the dragonhealers if they think they know better about the mechanics of mating flights than we do." A hint of her own lifemate comes peeking through in the slightly cruel tilt of her smile there. "In the end, the winner will be whomever Yerenath allows to catch her. Now, you two just relax here. I'll send a drudge with some food so you don't have to worry about the crowd in the living cavern." And just for Myziri, she adds.. "I'll make sure they bring pie!" But then she's gone, answering the sudden pained croon of a blue in distress in one of the ground weyrs.

"Would that it were otherwise, but there y'go. Can't have everything in life." Myziri says - hell, in her case you can't even have most things in life. "All this worry over nothing, you and Yerenath, J'ran. I'm gonna kick T're- I'm gonna kick a certain rider's ass." is growled - she knows who likely pushed dragon and rider to this break. "He's been hounding you for sevendays, and that's likely what did this to you." So yeah - now he answers to Myz. But that's for later. For now, she runs a soothing hand over her friend's chest and smiles at Arianne "You're a sweetheart and a lifesaver. You ever need anything, you just ask, Ari." she says - because the woman's sending PIE! Only when she's gone does she return her attention back to J'ran. "I really am going to kick his ass. T'rey should know better." she growls softly - mother bear protecting her cub.

J'ran nods slowly as he listens to Arianne's words, clinical or not they are actually making more sense than he'd thought now that he can think properly again. The young man stiffens as Myziri almost lets the worst offender's name slip in front of Serval's wingleader but relaxes again once the woman moves off to answer that distress call of the injured blue. The whiskey is downed in one gulp so that he can set the glass aside and finally squirm around so that he can wrap his arms around Myziri's waist and curl up against her in an attempt to escape everything for a little while. The comfort his friend offers is exactly what he was needing, along with that protective streak she exhibits, and lets him cry some of those tears he's been holding back all day in front of everyone else.

Myziri, for her part, just holds J'ran and soothes his hair away from his face as he cries; she knows what he needs, and it's not a lot of idle chatter. Eventually, however, she does try out some soft words "I know what it's like, Jor. Wanting what you can't have." He knows this more than any other person on Pern, likely. "But chance is a funny thing. You never know what might happen. Though…is it what you really want? You know that if you get your wish, it'll be awkward after. Is it worth losing the friendship to have the…moment?" she wonders - and maybe she's talking to herself as well? "Ione said something the other day. How what might make us uncomfortable, we won't be worried about during. And after, we never have to see the other person again if we don't want to. Imagine if the other person felt like that too." As in, losing a friend for good. That would totally suck.

J'ran is grateful that Myziri understands the need for those quiet moments as he lets those tears flow until the pain inside is eased enough to bear again. One hand loosens from where it curls around her side and moves to scrub away the tears and the tickling of his nose as he snuffles softly. "I don't want to lose anyone's friendship … not even for that moment." The young man pulls in a deep breath and sighs it out softly as his head shifts to rest on her shoulder as he listens to her thought-provoking comments. "But if Sekhameth wins … or B'gar's brown or St'on's blue … things might almost be worse than if one of the ones I really do want wins. You know?"

"What we can endure only makes us stronger, J'ran." Myziri points out. "I'm pretty sure you've mentioned that to me more than once. What's wrong with B'gar and St'on?" she wonders idly, brushing his hair back again so she can peer down at him. The food arrives, as promised, and Myziri indicates the bedside table; the deliverer very nicely doesn't stare or say anything and quickly leaves again. She doesn't immediately for that pie, either (srsly good friend!). "I mean, if you don't like them, easy to just ignore them afterward, right?" she points out "Or that's Ione's theory." Myz? She's kind of skeptical that can actually happen. "I just think that the…person..you want isn't going to be as …comfortable around you after. If his dragon wins. He's too…." Well, all man for one. "You know?"

When the drudge arrives with the food as promised, J'ran sits up since he knows Myziri is more than ready for some pie. He manages to smile and lift a shoulder at her question. "Nothing, really … they've been pretty good about not hounding me about which of them Yerenath is going to twine tails with." Unlike T'rey, at least. He chuckles softly and nudges her gently, his head shaking in amusement. "Of course I like them … I wouldn't find my way to their weyrs if I didn't, would I? I just don't want to … complicate matters, is all." The pie plate is handed to his friend before he reaches for anything else that is simple and easy to eat, not really wanting to make a great deal of effort at the moment. A grimace is given to that rather pointed reminder as he nods, his head tilting as he glances at the young woman. "Yeah, I know. And I'd never want to do that. He doesn't deserve it."

"Why would it complicate matters? It's a fucking flight, J'ran. It's not like they're going to wrap a chain around you and Yerenath afterwards." Myziri points out "And if they try, I'll kick their asses too." Oh, Myziri is all over that pie, and she takes it gladly but doesn't eat, not until she gives him a pointed look and stabs her fork toward his own chosen food. "Every bite, mister, or I'll kick your ass." Myziri has ass-kicking on the brain, it seems. Grin appears "And that's an order. I rank you now." So nyah! "You know, I always dreamed of having him win my flight too, until I realized that it wouldn't be worth it. Maybe it's better to have it be someone you don't give a shit about, for that very reason. I mean, if they don't return your regard and stuff." She takes a bite and sighs "Oh, man. I'm so glad that new cook's come over to the dark side. I don't think I could have survived much more of that health fucking food." Seriously, she's dropped like ten pounds, and she didn't have it to lose!

"I don't know … maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I'm just worrying about nothing but … what if they are like T'rey but not to my face?" J'ran worries. A LOT. Which Myziri should know by now. That threat just as he starts eating earns a grin. "Yes, ma'am." His tone is at least a little teasing showing that he's feeling much better than he had been though he still looks quite dragged. The savory fish tastes as though it's got an actual butter sauce on it that makes him perk up since he'd been expecting something less flavorful so Myziri's sigh of pleasure actually makes him laugh. "Oh me too. I ate but this is so much better than the last fish I had … steamed and pretty much flavorless. This … mmm, I can taste butter and rosemary at least. Probably some garlic too."

"Maybe someone pointed out to him that starving the people who keep thread from devouring you isn't exactly the way to keep on the good side of people who are keeping thread from…devouring you." Myziri says, in between bites - her eyes close and she sighs as she chews "Peach pie, just like Talkel makes." Talkel being her favorite pastry chef. Eyes open and she looks at J'ran, her expression open and honest - she keeps nothing from J'ran. Well, except other peoples' secrets. "Fuck them, J'ran. This is between you and her." She jabs her fork at Yerenath. Sahizath stirs slightly, but it's only to tuck herself closer to her pal. "No one else matters. Nothing else matters. What they want surely doesn't matter at all. If they make an issue of it, you tell them to fuck themselves." And it should be notable that she's not kidding here. "And you find others who'll treat you better and respect your decisions." She pauses, looks thoughtful "Unless you love them. Then it's different. But if they love you, they'll respect your decisions. Otherwise, kick em to the dirt, J'ran. You'll know your real friends by the way they treat you." She laughs then "And don't be mentioning Sam and using him as an argument against that little nugget of wisdom. He's…." She has to think about it for a moment. "Broken. Which is probably why I like him." Because Myz does like to surround herself with broken things, even the ones she hasn't actually had the privelege of busting to smithereens.

J'ran laughs softly as he finds it's easier to finish that plate than he'd thought, the fork scraping up the last bits of fish and pilaf as she enjoys her pie. "Hmm, maybe so. I'm just glad to have more varied flavors on my plate again." When she turns that serious and open expression his way, the plate is getting set aside and the pitcher that came with the meal inspected before he pours a glass of the cool juice for himself. Those logical thoughts are turned over as his gaze slides to the two greens, his own finally relaxing into sleep as Sahizath drapes over Yerenath in the same protectively comforting way as Myziri had for him, and nods slowly. "I like them … not sure I love them. Not sure I love anyone, really … not like the … spend the rest of my life with them kinda love. You know?" A faint smirk curls his lips when she tells him not to mention Sa'mael, his eyes even starting to sparkle like his usual self, but that smirk fades as she offers that little bit of information about another of their clutchmates he'd drooled over during Candidacy. "Hmm … maybe. Though he'd not be a bad one to win Yerenath's flight … it's not like I really know him, right? Not well anyway."

"Well, I doubt Czhaevth's going to be rising to either of our greens, so neither of us is going to get that chance." Myziri says, finishing off her pie with a sigh "I could have eaten the whole thing." Why they not send the WHOLE THING??? Did they not know it was for Myz? "You know, Ione and I are getting along great these days - got thoroughly trashed together the other night, even…but I'm jealous. Czhaevth will likely fly Niatskivhiath and sire eggs with her and they'll have all of this stuff between them that I'll never get to experience and…" She looks down at her empty pie plate to avoid his eyes and shrugs. "I mean, he treats her as much like shit as he does me, but what does that mean when you've got all of that…intimate stuff? And their dragons are like 'best buds' or something, so there's that. All I am is the person who keeps getting R'ik bound up." She frowns "Well, not this time. R'ik did that to himself." She lifts her gaze, clears her throat "The point is, J'ran" because tonight's not about her (for once) "Just relax. Let it happen. Yerenath will know what to do when she goes up, and you'll just follow along like a good little lifemate, get some noogie that you may, or may not regret afterwards, and life will go on. See?" Makes it sound sooo simple doesn't she? She laughs then, and manages to make it sound like she totally means it "I'm pretty sure the last time we had this convo, the shoe was on the other foot."

J'ran can't help the wince when Myziri actually mentions the bronze and glance sharply at Yerenath to be sure the little green didn't hear her rough and tumble playmate's name. "I'm glad you're getting along with her better now. You know she's the one that grounded us, but that's probably for the best. The way I was feeling … someone would have got hurt." He sighs softly as he finishes his juice, his eyes drooping sleepily as he nods at her advice. "I'll do my best. I'm not worried about regretting or not regretting the aftermath, just … not wanting to get … claimed? You know, like it was a permanent sort of thing?" This is one greenrider that does not want to have someone decide he needs to have a permanent partner, he's rather fond of the half dozen or so he has now.

"We need to talk about that, J'ran." and now, NOW Myziri's tone is more than irritated; it's hard, a little bit wounded "Why didn't you ask for me? Why didn't you have Yerenath have Sahizath ask for me? I'm your best friend, you've let me cry on your shoulders dozens of times and you didn't think I'd help you?" Myziri shakes her head "I was hurt, Jor." Indeed, Sahizath gives the greenrider a reproving frown over Yerenath's back. Bad J'ran! "C'mon…you need to sleep, now you've got something in your stomach. Sleep cures a lot of things, I've found." That and booze. And pie. "We can talk about how a friendship works another time, when this..'" she waves a hand "is over." She pulls him closer after moving all the plates and such away, offering another cuddle if he's so inclined. "You, I think, don't have to worry about being claimed unless you want to be." And she knows how many men he enjoys, so no. Not happening. "Yereneth, Sahizath and I wouldn't let it happen, any road." And with that, she'll just offer comforting silence again and the chance to have a worry-free sleep. Because it's probably what will help the most and he's going to need his strength when Yerenath hits the skies, to endure whatever comes.

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