Lyrra did scoff when he said that she ought to tell S'bor if she didn't feel that enough was being done. As if the Weyrlingmaster himself had ever shown his face to do more than give them announcements, or during Fall when he had to be present. But she straightened up when K'rin insisted, nodding seriously. She understood. He was right; she was bright enough to absorb what he was saying. And despite her emotional outburst, Lyrra really did want to do a good job as a weyrling. She did not want to disappoint or anger her teacher; she did not want K'rin to think less of her. That idea was very sobering to the green rider.
She knew that she had enjoyed his respect before. She did not want to lose it, now.
"I understand, K'rin," she offered again, this time more sincerely. She sounded like she understood, and not so much like she was just taking her punishment without flinching. "I'm sorry." Lyrra nodded again when he excused himself, and turned to watch him leave. He was barely gone before Dori was there, flicking around her head like a little green blur and chittering at her in the familiar high-pitched squeak. Lyrra waved at her gently, trying to dismiss her from the area directly around her face.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Sort of. Tell me where Fen is, Dori." After all, her teacher had told her to go to see him. Her F'lox. That obvious, huh? Interesting. She thought they had done a pretty good job of not showing up to stuff together, but maybe not.