K’rin nodded and tapped her on the shoulder with the skin. “Great plan. You’ll probably get more food out of them then I would. I’m just the weyrlingmaster second. Assistant. Helper. You, my dear, are a Journeyman-woman?-healer and are not to be denied extra cheese if you ask for it.”
He was feeling much better himself. Valoth was feeling a tiny bit self-satisfied, but mostly content that his lifemate was feeling better. It was a nice bubble they were in and he didn’t want to shatter it before it was absolutely necessary. Not even half a candlemark before he’d still been angry. Kenzie’s sudden presence in his living space had brightened it considerably.
He ran fingers through her hair, de-tangling as he went. “You know, I know it’s not as nice like this. Your hair,” he clarified. “But it’s sort of nice to see you like this. Worn out and casual and mostly nude.” It was intimate in a different sort of way than he usually experienced.