"I will tell her to leave the pestering to me," Kenzie agreed. F'lox had already told her, and she didn't think Lyrra would listen, but... she would try. Without any more wine, drunk was slipping away from her too fast. She sort of wanted it back, the giddy not-caringness of it all. The way the water hadn't been too cold and she had been able to be mad at K'rin and she and Gen had been having so much fun together.
But this was nice, too. Being coherent (sort of) and with K'rin. She had missed him. Being just near him was... settling. Having him talk to her, actually talk to her instead of telling her that everything was fine and wasn't the weather nice and oh he had to go bathe Valoth now, bye Kenzie, was really nice. She wriggled forward on the chair, and then slid off the edge. It was easy enough from there to push his knees apart and then slide between them to lean up against him, curled up against his chest. There were perks to being smallish.
"Lyrra loves you, because you were a good teacher to her. You cared about her, and so she cares about you. Even my featherhead of a brother cares about you. If one more sharding person comes up to me and tells me how unfair it is that my blue rider isn't teaching the weyrlings, and how we'll all be better off if he is before the next class comes up, I'm going to go to A'ver and give him a piece of my mind myself, just because I'm tired of hearing it. The weyrlings love you. I love you. So stop being such a featherhead and talking about how unprofessional you look and not talking to me and.. wow this floor is really cold, why are we sitting down here? Have you never heard of a rug?"