The look that she gave Fen, when she slipped down from Phinth's back, was speaking. Her green curled back up on her ledge with Baerth. Apparently he had answered her request to snuggle, because they seemed to cuddle up together quite contently. Lyrra wondered idly if Phinth would be unhappy when she rose for the first time, and Baerth was not mature enough to chase her; she wondered if dragons got upset about that sort of thing. Just behind that idea was the idle idea that Fen might be upset when Phinth rose the first time, and someone else was bedding his green rider. If she was his green rider.
Too much thinking. There was wine on her small table.
Lyrra gently removed Dori from her shoulder, tiny claws and all, and deposited her on F'lox. "It did not go well. I'm grounded until further notice. I can come to drills and work with Phinth, but I will not fly until K'rin has decided whether or not I'm stable." It was good that he was there. She wanted him there. But having him there meant talking about what had happened, didn't it? And Lyrra didn't particularly want to do that. She was lucky that K'rin hadn't ordered her promptly off to see a mindhealer, to make sure that she wasn't damaged or traumatized or something by her injury; that would have been even worse.
"I don't think I can get drunk tonight," she sighed, glancing back at the dragons. "I've already upset Phinth once. If I get her worked up again, K'rin might thrash me himself."