Instead of answering, Kenz settled for rolling her eyes. He couldn't see her, but she figured he knew; he usually did. When she was a little girl, he was better than either of their parents at knowing when she was making faces at him. She thought it seemed likely that he had retained the talent.
Not too long later, she was letting him help her down from his big dragon, her feet settled firmly on the floor of the bowl again. She glanced up at where she knew K'rin's weyr was just once more, considering... and then turned back toward the Lower Caverns. Her own bed would have to do. He needed space. Or something.
"Right, right. Family dinner." Again, she waved him off, but she didn't argue. And before she turned to leave, she stopped to give her brother a warm hug. "Thank you for telling me. And letting me yell at you. Go back and see Lyrra. And get some sleep; I'll be fine." Waving, she slipped off into the dark.