Lyrra stirred in vague protest when Fen's warmth left the bed beside her; she was comfortable there with him, snuggled into the furs and his arms, and she didn't like him disappearing. But she didn't wake. Not even with the peeping and chittering of the flits. She was, after a long day of emotional turmoil, exhausted. Together, she and Phinth were sleeping the sleep of the emotionally drained, and doing so in F'lox's weyr. The green had dropped off to sleep, not realizing that she had taken her cuddle-buddy's bed for the night. She was just too tired from her rider's inner turmoil to realize that she had relegated Baerth to the ledge and stolen his good night's sleep from him.
Below, in the bowl, Kenzie was waiting for the appearance of her brother's brown. She was familiar with Baerth, who she did not just think of as a giant lizard when she wasn't so angry. But she was angry. Her stance said so; her arms were crossed, and her foot tapping in annoyance. She was even more annoyed when the big brown landed and she saw Fen there. Couldn't he understand simple orders?
Apparently not, because she was pretty sure K'rin had told him that he could stuff his opinions, or something like that, after the gather.
She approached immediately, perfectly-done curls bouncing again. They weren't so important now; they had been wasted, and it was all his fault. Prinz was back around her neck, hiding again in her hair. He knew when to just curl up and pretend to be an invisible flit. "What did you do?! What is wrong with my blue rider?! Did you say something to him? Because if you said something mean, F'lox, I swear I'll never speak to you again ever. I know you're just trying to be a good big brother, but he's a good man, and you're just being completely ridiculous about this whole thing!"