Imogen nodded and munched on her bread quietly, staring at her plate. She was getting tired, and a little sober part of her brain was starting at assert itself, telling her something was wrong and she should be embarrassed. Though for what, she couldn’t quite figure. “I’m sorry.” She put a hand to her mouth to keep crumbs from falling out and set the rest of the roll down. “Thank you for the…shirt.” She plucked at it and sighed. Kenzie would be expecting her. Or, no, perhaps not. K’rin had been there when R’ger had waded into the lake to collect her, and they really needed to talk. She shouldn’t interrupt.
Her eyes started to wander, trying to make sense of the blurry living quarters. They wouldn’t focus, but she was sure there was a pile of very out of place things in the corner. Didn’t he spread his belongings out? Why bother purchasing things if he wasn’t going to enjoy them? She pointed at the corner and squinted. And then sighed and dropped her arm, too tired to care about following through with her questions. Instead she pushed her plate towards R’ger, folded her forearms on the table, and lay her forehead down. She just needed a nap, and then she would go back to Kenzie’s quarters. She didn’t want to get in trouble and she was supposed to be in Kenzie’s quarters. Not R’ger’s weyr. But it was nice to finally be here, even if she couldn’t really enjoy it. “This is much better than the barracks,” she said, voice muffled and aimed towards the ground.