The Great Hall
Elaborate paintings and elegant tapestries hang on the walls of the vaulted hall, scenes of Weyr life both old and new depicted on them. Sturdy chairs, benches and well built tables are set all over the huge room, for the comfort and enjoyment of the spectacular view.  Large window with ornately carved lintels are carved into the walls, protective shutters flanking each one, able to be close to protect from the chill of the night or the blustering of
 storms.  When open, they allow any breeze, however slight, to blow into the Hall, cooling it off during the heat of the mid day.
Centered along each wall, sets of double doors are inset into the walls, each ornately carved and polished to a deep shine, usually propped open to allow for better air circulation. The hall is always busy, no matter the time or heat of day, as weyrfolk and riders alike come and go to partake of refreshments and meals or simply to gather and talk on any number of topics.
Inelda, M'sia, Sh'lain, J'rin, Elisa, and Zella are here.

"Oh. So.." J'rin pecks Zella on the cheek. "This is okay." Arms wrap around her and pull her lips to his for a short kiss, but nevertheless a full kiss, "This is borderline. And.." lips meet hers for longer, this time, before he says, "That's totally out of the question?" Hrm. Now, who to try this on....

Kym stumps into the hall from the entry way, generally looking sleep-bleared and not too happy.  "She /had/ to pick this unearthly time of day to take a bath," complains the greenrider, nodding abruptly to the gathering of people.  "Gwyneth's such a pain."

Elisa chuckles and shakes her head at Zella and J'rin. The season is just so much more fun this time. She shooshes Myrrdin to go make a nuisance of himself up in the rafters with any available green lizard that might be up there *crooooon!* as she gets up to get a refill of her blueberry wine. "Having fun with your lifemate as well, Kym?" she wonders off handedly.

Sh'lain is starting to look bored at Zelle and J'rin's show. She waves to Kym, then turns back to Elisa, looking thoughtful. "Elisa, do you like the way G'van kisses?"

Inelda is glad her Minerva isn't yet old enough to get distracted by Myrddin...

M'sia shakes her head softly. "Sheesh.." She mutters around a mouthful of redroot.

Zella considers a lesson on some other category- when in comes Kym. Oh, this is /just/ what they need. "Hi, Kym. -Yeah, J'rin, that's it exactly! D'you, umm..." She dances hands about ambiguously, trying to indicate her question. "Y'know, d'you /get/ it? I know you know the different types, but, see, y'gotta know what they're for, and when they're appropriate." She rolls the last words uncomfortably in her mouth before continuing. "Okay, here's an example. Y'see Kym over there." One hand flicks out to indicate her. "Now, what do you do?" Get it right, and maybe you get some meow mix!

Elisa mmms as she considers her reply to Sh'lain, returning to her seat, but this time perching on the table and letting her sandaled feet in the seat of her recently unoccupied chair. Better view of the cavern. "I've had worse," she replies slowly, regarding G'van's kisses. "Shards, I've had some that I'd considered cutting my lips off for." Life is fun around the Weyr now and again.

Inelda rolls her eyes. This is...entertaining. And doesn't involve swords. Or, shudder, T'on in lavender.

T'on rambles from the central hall.

"Oh. Hmm." J'rin hops off of Zella's lap and streaks towards Kym, sliding to a stop as boots skid on the ground. "Hi." he says, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. "I'm supposed to kiss you." Oh, sorry, did you want to say something? Too late. Lips press against Kym's, example number 2 from Zella. "Is that right?" he asks, blinking over to Zella.

Kym's lavender, no less.

Very few people look good in lavender. T'on's not one of them. Inelda would be the first to admit that she isn't either. She shudders with the memory.

T'on strolls on in the room, and /stops/.  J'rin's kissing....oh dear.  A /very/ amused and dangerous glint lights his eyes.  He's not proddy, but hey.  Given the chance to poke fun at Kym, who wouldn't?

Kym balefully eyes Myrrdin as she spies a flutter of bronzen wings.  "He can not eat my boots," she informs Elisa with a short scowl, stalking over.  "My lifemate is being the most horribly perverse and contrary green she can be.  I really don't like being woken up in the middle of the night for a bath and oiling."  This she gets out right before staring at J'rin, rather shocked.  "Um.  Hi?" she manages to stutter out after the younger greenrider breaks
 contact.   That's some way to be greeted.

M'sia shakes her head softly, continuing to nibble on her redroots. Shards.." She mutters.

Zella cocks head to the side, considering. "Weeeeell..." She waggles a hand, mouth quirking slightly. "It's not the /best/ option- that'd be number one, see, or a watered down version of number two. But only if she says yes! You gotta /ask/ first, y'know. -Sorry, Kym! -Try it again, J'rin- pick the /right/ one."

Inelda sighs, and finds some scraps for the other peanut gallery, that being her fair.

Sh'lain nods thoughtfully at Elisa. "I just wondered. He's quite attracted to you, you know," she says wide-eyed. Evidently being a tad proddy makes her painfully honest. "He told me that....well, it's not important when. I was just curious. About his kisses, that is." She shrugs and watches the unfolding drama with Kym, J'rin and Zella.

J'rin ohs. "Hmm. I see." J'rin takes a step back from Kym, as if studying her a moment, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do. Then, he takes a step closer. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, blinking ever-so-politely up to her. "Puh-lease?" Sniffle. Sniffle.

Elisa chuckles at Kym, and would tell her that Myrrdin has new and tastier targets in mind... silly people who'd think to try to blackmail a goldrider about her proddy moments when they may happen someday. However, J'rin has thoroughly distracted Kym, so she'll just let those to be. To Sh'lain, she looks... blankly surprised. "He is? I see." And yes, she can still blush. Lookit! She is now! "Well, I'm... glad I was able to answer your question." Hoo boy. Riders. Bad as dragons. <<*smooch*>>

Zella applauds raucously from her chair, smile stretching into a beam. "That was /great/! That was /just/ right. Keep the stuffy-nose part, too- it's really, um..." She waggles hands. "...Dramatic." Bright-eyes go blank an instant in dragon speech; she rises, heading toward the door. "Kya calls. If you need more practice..." She trails off, disappearing. /Good/ night.

T'on can only move to a chair, sniggering loudly as he watches the drama unfold.

Zella goes home.

Kym's definately more awake now; eyes unfocus momentarily and annoyance flickers upon her expression.  "Shut up, Gwyneth," she mutters beneath her breath.  Then, it's back to the here-and-now.  Rather at a loss, Kym fumbles about for an answer. "Uhh.  I don't..I don't..err.  Why?"

Sh'lain sips her wine, and wiggles slightly, pulling at the dress again. Leather gets /hot/. She watches Kym and J'rin with a grin, glancing over her shoulder at the sound of sniggering. She looks back and grins saucily at T'on.

"Oh. Uhm." J'rin tries to think up something, proddy mindset throwing out cheesy lines he'd never use. "Because a rider as lovely as yourself deserves to be appreciated?" Batting of eyelashes should at least get Kym to slap him, if not agree. Batbat.

Elisa chuckles and takes her glass of wine and heads towards her corner in the records room.

"Oh.  Okay."  Kym's obviously appeased by this explanation -- who doesn't not like being called lovely?  But, more likely, she's just still half-asleep.. and the other half of her is still in some sort of bemused shock.  T'on's sniggering finally registers, and she slants a glower towards the greenrider.  It's not a laughing matter.  Really.

That's okay. J'rin's hand tilts Kym's glower away from one greenrider to another as he places another gentle kiss on her lips, just as long as last time. "There. That wasn't so bad, was it? Oh.... shells." He just remembered. "I was supposed to try the other one, not that again." So, he turns her head and pecks her cheek. "Thanks." he giggles, turning back towards his former table.

T'on thinks it isn't a laughing matter either. It's a guffawing mattter.  And Sh'lain is semi-ignored, as the fit of laughter rocks him so hard he slips backwards off his chair.

Inelda is really trying not to laugh.. She's having no success.

Sh'lain looks from T'on to Kym and back again, looking a bit wary. She does start to laugh as T'on hits the floor, but tries to cover it. Drawing fire between these two is /not/ a good idea in her book. "So, M'sia, how're you feeling?" she asks brightly.

M'sia looks up. "Stomach's not bothering me so much, except for it complaining it's empty half the time."

What's Kym supposed to say, now?  "You're welcome?" she offers after J'rin, lips twisting into some semblance of a befuddled smile.  It disappears as she turns attention back to T'on, and she directs her steps towards his chair.  "What's so funny?" she demands, hands planted upon hips.  "I don't see anything in here that would cause me to roll around on the floor."

T'on laughs more, unable to help himself.  Calming himself enough to look up at Kym, he opens his mouth to say something, then it's back to laughing, clutching his sides.

Sh'lain looks at Kym sympathetically, but shrugs. She sips her wine and just goes back to looking restless.

M'sia shakes her head and sighs, yet another redroot passing her lips.. sheesh.. you'd think she'd be depleting Pern's entire supply of them.

Inelda feeds another scrap to Minerva, giggling quite openly now.

"Answer me!"  Kym goes so far as to stamp her foot upon the floor, just like a child would right before throwing a tantrum.  But it's late, and Kym's tired, and she doesn't like being laughed at.

T'on can't stop laughing.  "Oh...Kym...never....mind."  He rolls a little more.  "You're just...too funny."

G'van moves with casual stride in from the entry hall.

Kym's eyes narrow further, and she negates his explanation with a brisk shake of her head.  "No!  I'm not funny.  I'm tired. And I /want/ to know why you're laughing at me!"  Tone rises, nearly hysterical, and she advances on T'on menacingly.

G'van saunters in, pausing in the doorway to measure the situation.  Kym and T'on in the same room, after all, can lead to some serious problems.  He grins, however, on seeing Sh'lain there, and moves in her direction, waving to M'sia and the other riders as well as Inelda  "Hello the hall!"

T'on is on the floor.  Laughing.  At Kym.  And said greenrider is upset  "Cause J'rin kissed you."  He comments, still giggling.

M'sia nods softly at the waving and viciously attacks yet another redroot.

Inelda shrugs. "J'rin's a cat." She meeeows, then giggles.

Sh'lain just shakes her head at all the crazy people, smiling over the rim of her wineglass. She blushes crimson at the sight of G'van, but grins and waves anyway.

J'rin blinks, crosses back over to Sh'lain and plops in her lap once more. "I don't think it's anything to laugh at. Do you?" J'rin wonders, blinking innocently again. Inelda's meow catches his attention and he purrs faintly. "Oh. G'van's here. Does that mean I should let him sit here?" Her lap, that is.

G'van chuckles, diverted by T'on's words, his eyes perusing Kym with obvious pleasure "That is because she is so obviously kissable.  Who can resist?" he murmurs, but raises a brow in J'rin's direction "My....someone has been taking lessons from our Weyrlingmaster in how to act when proddy, hmm?"  He grins, changing direction to get something to eat.  "Hungry."  Is his parting explanation.  He'll be back.

Kym is distracted briefly as G'van enters, and rewards him with a sharp nod of greeting.  "Why's that so funny?" she inquires in annoyance.  "You've kissed me plenty-times when you're proddy." She glares.  "I think it's something that male greenriders feel inspired to do when their greens are glowing."  She pauses a moment before adding, "Of course, in your case, it's different.  Because you.. you /strip/ in front of me.  At least he's only kissing."

T'on perks up.  "Hey, we can fix that.  J'rin!"  calls the greenrider on the floor.  "Get naked!"  Too bad T'on's in a position where he can't see J'rin.  Or Sh'lain.  Or anyone but Kym.

Sh'lain blinks as she suddenly finds J'rin in her lap again. "Now what?" she asks him, looking askance as T'on calls for nakedness. "Ahh...maybe that's not such a good idea, J'rin," she says to the rider on her lap. "T'on, stop that. You're a terrible influence," she calls.

M'sia blinks, eyes widening. "Maybe I should take these elsewhere.."

Inelda blushes!

"Naked?" J'rin wonders, giving Sh'lain a parting smooch onna cheek as he scrambles over to where T'on is, on all fours. "Uhm.. here?" he whispers to him. "But.. can't you ask -her- to be naked instead?" he jerks a thumb to Kym, curling up on the ground beside T'on.

"/No./"  Kym's flat disapproval is plain.  "I never, ever, ever want to see a naked person again.  Ever."  One last hateful glare is cast upon T'on before she turns her back and stomps to an unoccupied table to..well.  To sulk.

T'on grins.  "I'd ask her, J'rin, but she won't strip for me.  I guess she thinks Eldana and T'gger would be mad, cause they wouldn't get to watch or something.  But you can strip."  Bad influence?  T'on?  Shells yes.

G'van is back, and with stew in hand, as well as a mug of klah.  No drinker, he.  He grins as he slides into a seat next to Sh'lain, not at all concerned about J'rin's seating arrangements.  He leans over, giving Shallie a quick kiss on the cheek and then digs into his stew, producing a fresh loaf of bread with which to sop the broth as he eyes all the green riders "Y'know.....I wonder what life would be like if only one of you went proddy at once?"  Seems to him he's got four in the room doing the proddy frenzy......"And if anyone gets naked, please do it somewhere besides the hall...I'm trying to eat here."  He manages a horrible grimace, "It would be awful if such a sight ruined the appetite of one so innocent.."  In case you missed it, he meant himself.  "Evening, Shallie. Where'd you leave the rest of your dress?" he asks the girl beside him conversationally....

Inelda smirks at G'van. "Problem is, statistically, then, somebody would /always/ be proddy. At this wrate, at least we get breaks."

G'van chews his stew thoughtfully, eyeing Inelda "You make a good point...I suppose I could just hide during the worst of it, hmm?" he muses, considering the option "Stock up my kitchen, never come down for meals."  He smiles over at M'sia "You are eating.  Just noticed!  Feeling better than?"

Inelda chuckles. "Well, except for the fact that she's trying to eat us out of redroot, she seems better."

Sh'lain smirks at G'van. "I don't know what you mean, bronzerider. What you see is what you get," she shrugs. She glances back down at the two greenriders on the floor a little warily, still fearing nakedness. She turns back to G'van at his comment to Inelda. "Hide? You certainly weren't hiding from me the other.......," she trails off. "Nevermind," she mutters, going back to her glass of wine.

M'sia blushes as she notices the ravening she is commiting. "I'm ok, yeah.." She says, finishing off the redroot.

Kym deigns to scowl over towards T'on.  "Shut up.  Shut up.  I don't care about /them/ -- I just don't want to strip for anyone, and I don't want anyone stripping for me."  That said, she buries her head in her hands - just in case anyone decides to go against her wishes just for spite.

J'rin scrambles over to Kym's table, leaving T'on to his seat on the ground as he climbs up into Kym's lap, instead. Throwing his arms around her, he says, "Aww, don't sulk. Please? You don't look nearly as pretty when you do." he pouts, sniffling once or twice. So, smack him, or grin? Her choice.

G'van chuckles "I take it back.  Kym isn't proddy, else she'd be attacking T'on by now.  And T'on is just being cruel.  J'rin...."  He nods to Inelda "He is proddy.  Undoubtedly."  His grin widens at Sh'lain's words, and he looks amused "You were saying, Shallie?  The other night?  What happened the other night?"  He does so love to tease her, and reaches out to push a strand of hair from her face.  "I do like your dress, y'know....shall I tell you how much...later?"

T'on pipes up from his floor spot.  "Take it off J'rin!"  Or Sh'lain would be better.  If she can get that sheath off.

J'rin must be hitting all the right notes -- it must be the lack of self-conciousness -- for Kym peeks out through fingertips and offers a faint smile.  "As long as you don't strip," she warns.

There she goes again. That blush is back, full force across Sh'lain's face. "I wasn't saying anything," she says, looking intently at her glass. She seems to look everywhere else for something else to focus on. "T'on! Leave him /some/ dignity," she admonishes, having nothing better to say.

G'van did mention T'on was being cruel, didn't he?  He smiles at Sh'lain "leave him be, Shallie....after all, it isn't really his fault he's acting like that.  Come to think of it, you used to be quite demure until recently....how brightly is Brintalth glowing, hmm?"  He nods to M'sia, turning his attention back to his stew and smiling at the woman with an obsession for redroot "Glad to hear it.  You had a bit of a bad time.  Now you can relax and enjoy the experience.  My sisters tell me it is unbelievable, being a mother.  I almost envy you."  Almost.  He nudges Sh'lain with his elbow, having noticed that blush but too aware of her embarrassment to tease her further...at the moment.

"Oh.. pfff. No. I won't strip." J'rin says. Well, not unless she asks. Curling up and nestling into the crook between Kym's neck and shoulder, J'rin sighs happily. "See? You're much prettier when you're not sulking." Hrm. Who hasn't he kissed yet? Kym.. Elisa.. Sh'lain.. Zella.. Well, there's T'on and G'van, but J'rin is holdbred and hasn't /quite/ learned /that/ yet. M'sia and Inelda are left.. hrm..

M'sia chuckles. "Envy me? Oh joy.." She says, shaking her head.T'on grins.  "Then why doesn't Sh'lain do a strip for us?  She's better looking than J'rin anyway.  Though....J'rin's got that whole innocent cuteness thing going.

Sh'lain gapes at her formerly parental, protective weyrlingmaster.

G'van grins at M'sia "Well, not the sickness, that's true.  But the entire experience of being the entire center of that baby's universe for so long...how wonderful."  He stiffens suddenly, glaring at T'on with an uncompromising stare  "Shallie won't be stripping today, thank you.  Why not go find someone else to amuse you?  Like Sabria?"  He smiles then, turning to Sh'lain "your mouth is open.  Good way to catch vtols...."  He resumes his eating with complacency, eyeing J'rin and Kym with amusement as the brief flare of irritation passes.

M'sia looks at him, and sits back. "Well, I don't know about that.."Inelda is, apparently, too small to be worth kissing. Throw her back? She leans back a bit. "My mother wasn't exactly the center of /my/ universe," she says, sourly.

"Good."  Satisfied, Kym allows the greenrider to stay put.  "Just shut up and go away, T'on!" She flares briefly, glaring out at the weyrlingmaster over J'rin's head.  "I don't want to talk to you -- no.  I don't want to hear you.  No.  I don't want to be in the same room as you."

T'on smirks.  "Tough luck, Kymie-cakes.  You're stuck with me.  We're neighbors."

"And /don't/ call me that!"  Such terms of endearment are defiled when T'on speaks them. [Kym]

Sh'lain closes her mouth on command, but continues to peer at T'on. Not that she should be surprised, but still. She shakes her head and pushes the wine glass away from her on the table. "I don't think I need anything more to drink," she mumbles, suddenly rather conscious of just how /tight/ that dress is. She takes one more wary look at T'on, then abruptly places herself in G'van's lap, completely ignoring the fact that the man's trying to eat.

J'rin hops off of Kym's lap for jussasec, leaving her with, "I'll be back, gorgeous." as he croses over to Inelda. "You look like you needed one, too." he says, pecking her on the cheek before he dashes back to safe haven in Kym's lap. "Hi again." he mentions off-handedly. "How about me? Do you want to be in the same room as me?" Batting his lashes innocently, he hopes so. Then again, she did let him sit on her lap.

G'van smiles at Inelda "I meant while she holds the child within her womb, y'know....after that, well.  Anything can happen, can't it?"  He laughs as Sh'lain suddenly invades his lap, sitting back a bit and snuggling her closer, not seeming to mind at all that his lap has been hijacked "Hello there." he murmurs, before turning her face to give her a long, slow kiss, breaking it off only to raise a spoonful of stew up "want a bite?  It's a good batch tonight..."

Sh'lain wrinkles her nose and shakes her head at the offering of stew. "No, I'm not hungry," she murmurs, looking rather smug after that kiss. She wiggles a bit, getting comfortable, then looks at M'sia. "What does it feel like to have a baby in there?" she asks, feeling safe again and ignoring the rest of the room for the moment.

M'sia looks at Sh'lain, and hms. "Hungry, for some reason.. I've never pigged out this much." She admits, embarrassed.

Kym rolls her eyes, both at J'rin's obvious flirtations and the query -- "The only similarity between you and T'on is that you both rider green," she informs.  "I don't mind being around /you/, of course.  Just him."  She forms an almost-angelic smile, coupled with a meaningful look - glare - towards T'on.

Sh'lain glances back to the Kym, J'rin, T'on thing and shakes her head, as if totally confused. She shrugs and looks at M'sia thoughtfully. "I think I might like to have children. Someday. When I grow up," she laughs."Aww. How sweet. Can I kiss you again?" J'rin asks, grinning angelicly at Kym again. "Hrmph. Where'd Zells go again? Oh well." He's got a Kym-lap for now. "Puh-lease?"

G'van chuckles at M'sia's comment, then tugs Sh'lain's hair as he scoops the spoon into his own mouth, swallowing before commenting, "you haven't even come close to the amount it takes me to survive just one day, M'sia....don't worry about it.  You are eating for two y'know.."  What's his excuse.  He eyes Shallie thoughtfully, his free hand stroking her stomach as it curves around her waist.  "You don't eat enough, I think.  Sure you don't want some stew?"

T'on grins up at Kym.  Then he rolls his eyes.  "Well....I'm off to go do something else.  Torment ya later, Kymiepoo. "  Offering Sh'lain and G'van a wave, he departs.

G'van gives T'on a wave, but waits for Sh'lain's answer to his comment, eyeing her still.

Kym thinks about it.  "Eh.  If you want."  Kym doesn't generally begrudge kisses, unless their T'on's.  "Good riddance!" she calls after him before turning her attention back to J'rin.  "Zella left," she adds.  "You're just stuck with me." Poor thing.

M'sia looks at him and shakes her head, looking down at herself. Ok, so her leathers're getting a bit tight..

Sh'lain shakes her head at G'van. "No thanks. You should know that I'm not a big eater," she says, wrinkling her nose, but smiling nontheless. "Kym, J'rin, you should come join us, since the evil one is gone." Of course, she made sure T'on was gone before she said that. Wouldn't want to hurt his feelings. After all, she /likes/ T'on. When he doesn't freak her out asking her to strip.

T'on exits the room for the smaller entry hall.

"I am? She did? Oh.. yeah." J'rin hrms a moment and shrugs. "Oh? I can? Great." J'rin gives Kym another grin before lifting his head off her shoulder and leaning in for a kiss, if only for a moment. "Hrm. Stuck with you." Eyes flicker over towards the other two. "Or them. I dunno. Can you carry me there?" Probably not, J'rin's well-seated where he is.

Or maybe it's poor Kym.  "No," she bluntly states.  "Unless you'd like to be dropped, at least."  Kym, much as she hates to admit it, is not Superwoman.  "You could get up and walk over on your own," she suggests.

G'van smiles at Sh'lain, amused "Perhaps I should make sure you eat....y'know....that could be you....couldn't it?"  He look pointedly at M'sia....after all, did they prepare against that?  "Then you will have to eat more, won't you."  he scoops up another bite of stew, chewing it contentedly as he flicks his gaze to Kym and J'rin.

M'sia looks at him, blinking. "More?"

Sh'lain goes wide-eyed at G'van's inference. She looks at M'sia, then back at G'van again, the color draining from her face. "I....we....didn't," she struggles for words.

"Naw, I'm comfortable here." J'rin says, nestling against Kym's neck again. "Oh. Oops. Eul's awake and wants me." he says, slipping out of her lap, but leaving the poor greenrider with a kiss on the lips that would probably fall in Zella's category number 3: Defintely do not do that. "Bye!" he says, running for the door, sliding across the floor near the exit.
J'rin goes home.
 

M'sia hmms softly and shakes her head, looking down at herself. "Well, shards.." She murmers to herself. "I guess I am.. as much as I dislike it.."

G'van's amusement fades at Sh'lain's horror...he was only kidding.  But..he frowns "You are protected, aren't you?" he murmurs so only she can hear...he hopes..."I mean...."  What does he mean.  He looks at her hard, then smiles "Don't worry...I was only teasing."  Who is he trying to reassure...her or him?  He looks over at Kym, chuckling softly.. a bit forced, maybe.  "Seems you lost your lapwarmer...come join us?"

J'rin leaves Kym somewhat amused, but she shrugs and flings off a belated wave before scooting her chair across to the others' table, edging it in.  "Hi," she simply greets.  "I think I will."

Sh'lain is still looking....stunned. She smiles faintly at Kym as she moves over, but adroitly avoids looking at G'van. She leans forward and takes her wine glass back, evidently feeling the need for a drink. Otherwise, she seems to ignore everyone for the moment.

G'van gives Sh'lain the time she needs to recover, though he looks at the wine with a raised brow before turning to smile at Kym "Good.....the more the merrier. "  He looks over at M'sia as well, "Have you tasted the stew now that your appetite is back?  It's delicious.....or is it just redroot you crave?"

M'sia looks at him. "No, I haven't yet.." She says, moving toward the pot.

Sh'lain gently, but quickly extricates herself from G'van's lap and heads for the door, not saying anything to anyone.

G'van finishes his stew, and smiles "Well, you should.  The babe will like it."  He looks at a still pale Sh'lain, concerned, especially when she just gets up and leaves.  "Excuse me..." he murmurs apologetically, rising to move after her.....

G'van exits the room for the smaller entry hall.
Sh'lain exits the room for the smaller entry hall.

Kym stays put for a few moments, silent, before rising with a yawn.  "Bleh.  I think I need to go back to sleep," she remarks, almost apologetic.  "I wasn't expecting to be awake this late.  So, if you'll excuse me."  She casts a wave, then heads off.