F’lox grimaced at that idea. “Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my weyr with us? I don’t like the idea of updating you on the current crisis and then just dumping you in the bowl.” Faranth knew what she would obsess over all night. One member of the duo pacing his quarters was enough. “Come on.” He stood and offered her a hand up rather than hauling her out to the waiting dragon. He covered the open glow on their way out; no use wasting the glows energy if no one was going to be there all night.
He handed her up and waited for her to get comfortable before climbing up after her, wanting this second time on his brown to sink in a bit more. It was probably ridiculous with everything going on, but this was the first time he’d really had his sister and his beloved dragon together. If she wasn’t going to enjoy it then he was. “Bowl or my weyr? I’ll get you down in plenty of time to be ready for the early morning sick calls,” he promised.