Nodding, Lyrra allowed herself to be ushered into the chair. Fen was hovering again. She rather had the idea that he would be hovering for at least the next couple of days, which she supposed was warranted. The last time he'd stopped hovering and assumed she was okay, which had been a completely valid assumption, she had punched a bronze weyrling and upset two dragons and gotten herself yelled at and grounded. And now here they were again, in her weyr with F'lox looking after her while their dragons cuddled.
There was something very backwards about this.
"I am stable," she insisted, frowning, and then frowned up at him as well. "And so are you. You are perfectly stable, F'lox. Baerth has done so much to cool your temper, and I just... lost mine. This once." Annoyed, Lyrra dropped her face into her hands and rubbed her eyes. "But I am not unstable. Ugh, K'rin was so upset with me. He said that he thought he could depend on me to be reasonable, and that he would not be able to trust me in the air. I told you the rest. He said that I could come to drills, but that I would not fly Fall."
When she was finished, she lowered her hands and lifted her cup, taking a small sip of her wine. Mostly because Fen was looking at her, and his cup was already empty. When the brown settled, when Fen decided they were settled, Phinth was pleased. Lyrra glanced back over her shoulder at the wall where the ledge was, smiling a little at the feeling from her green. She really could be so easy to settle, sometimes.
"Well. At least one of us is happy. A few cuddles, and her bad day is fixed."