Dori calmed enough to land on Lyrra’s shoulder, tiny claws digging in, and started peeping at a more reasonable volume. Fen was in her weyr waiting for her. Because why not? He’d been there for the past few days and he wanted to know what had happened. He waited patiently-if pacing was patient-on the ledge and backed up quickly when Phinth backwinged to land, depositing her rider.
“So? What happened?” He gave Lyrra a hand down and settled her arm through his, leading her inside. He’d brought wine. Not good wine, and he’d had to pay for it, but you took what was available. “That didn’t take long. I don’t know whether to take that as a positive sign or not.”