K’rin chuckled darkly. “It went better than I’d expected,” he answered truthfully. And really, it had. He’d seen the Weyrleader’s face turn red and hands work, flexing in and out of fists. Had Ruella not been there the meeting would have probably become far less civil. As it was it could barely be called that.
“I’m happy it’s over. And I’m glad you’re here.” He reached down to tug a fur away from the wide cot he’d begged the headwoman for and bowed to her charmingly, indicating she lay down. “Wait. Have you eaten? I keep hearing how one shouldn’t skip meals.” He certainly hadn’t been in the mood for dinner, but he wanted to make Kenzie as comfortable as possible. She was new to her rank and today had been a test of her new responsibilities. And with Lyrra’s presence she’d been forcibly brought face to face with the reality of having everyone she loved astride a fire-breathing dragon. He reached out to tuck a drying strand of hair behind her ear. “We can eat in here if you like.”