She was drunk enough still that it didn't seem awkward, but very manly of him, and Kenzie enjoyed it immensely. If Fen had picked her up, she would have squeaked and flailed and then cursed him a blue streak. When K'rin did it, it was much more attractive and sexy and pleasant. Her arms slid around his neck, and she snuggled her head against his shoulder, allowing herself to be carried without argument.
Yes, she was much too drunk to be thinking clearly, and to realize that it was awkward for him to be carrying her like that.
"I boss bronze riders all the time, and my job is none of his business. It is Ruella's business, and I have never noticed that our lady Weyrwoman likes him particularly," Kenzie mumbled against his shoulder. She had not, apparently, registered that he might be beginning to love her too. Shells, she might not even have registered that she'd said that she loved him in the first place. Actually, that was highly probable. "Gen was sad. Shielth flew a green for the first time since they've been together. It upset her. Wine made her happy. It made me happy too. The lake was fun. We were building sandcastles."