Lynnea wanders in, clothes neat and fresh and clean. Her hair has mostly dried, and she is giving the world a slight smile.

I'shra, in contrast to Lynnea, is tousled and somewhat non-plussed, wandering in from the bowl and heading for the wine with an awkward glance at K'mra and R'il while she murmurs a soft greeting to Lynnea, "Heyya." Too pointedly, perhaps - she doesn't bother to look at the pair of riders. /Ahem/.

More than a little blush stains R'il's cheeks as he wanders into the Living Cavern.  Pushing his arm into his jacket, he glances around the cavern and spots his weyrmate.  Heading over, unsure of his reception, he offers a tentative, "Hello."

Lynnea says, "Good evening, Ma'am." She gives a small, amused smile, "How are you and your lifemate doing?""

K'mra shuffles, sulkily, into the caverns - others are spared a brief glance before K'mra heads /away,/ honing in on a nice, distant chair.  "Juice, please, citron," she requests of an errant drudge, who scurries to fulfill the brownrider's order.  R'il is eyed, and she only offers a noncommittal greeting: "Hi."

"Well, I think.." begins I'shra faintly to Lynnea, blushing also as she casts another glance in R'il's direction -- then shifting her gaze to K'mra. "I'm.. just getting some klah. Long day." An understatement, as she takes a sip of her wine.

R'il tries not to wince at that, just nods slightly.  Perhaps if he just ignores the incident.  "Is there anything I can get you, Kym?" he asks, crouching down by her chair in supplication.  Brown eyes only glance briefly at I'shra...rider of the green that's the cause of all his current problems.

"No," K'mra shortly replies, slumping a bit in her chair.  "The drudge's bringing me juice."  As if on cue, Drusti the Drudge arrives, beverage in hand -- and brownrider finds an excuse to turn eyes away from her weyrmate, nodding her polite thanks to the scruffy woman.

Aliana walks in from Lower Caverns.

Lynnea smiles a little, "I bet. Would you like me to get you some?"

But she's a /cute/ greenrider, isn't she? Blushing so prettily and trying not to be obvious as Ish tries to keep an eye on the happenings between K'mra and R'il. Really, really - she regrets it, "No, it's fine -- isn't that what  drudges are for?" she replies easily, waving fingers at Aliana.

Perhaps ignoring it wouldn't work so well.  "Kym..I..I'm really sorry...," R'il begins to apologize, looking down.  Ysaeth just /had/ to pick this time to go and catch.

Lynnea smiles a little, "But... I thought that in the order of klah-getting, candidates were chosen before drudges?

Aliana rubs her eyes but a wave-- motion-- easily distracts her. By the time she looks up, her tired eyes meet I'shra's, and a brief second thereafter her own lenses focuses upon the beautiful greenrider. "Hello, is there something I can do to help you this evening?", she asks in an automatic voice that reeks of a candidate habit. Blinking, she walks over to I'shra and waves to everyone else (especially Lynnea and the riders) along the way.

K'mra shrugs shoulders, affecting nonchalance.  "It's no big deal," she intones - yet tone, expression, and manner contradict her words.  "It's just a flight."  Maybe if she tells herself that enough, she'll really believe it.

"Well, if you feel like getting me klah -- I don't think I should overdo on the wine," Ish gestures, stifling a soft squeak as she hears R'il apologizing. "I don't believe I've introduced m'self, actually. I'm I'shra, rider of green Kyraith." She grimaces slightly, "A Kyraith that decided to go up today." Head is shaken at Aliana, a hand run through tousled locks, "No, I'm fine."

R'il nods slowly, though adds, "That doesn't really make a difference, does it?"  Sighing, he gets to his feet, moving on in the conversation.  "I forgot to tell you earlier that my sister sent a package of baby clothes.  It's in ou...um, Ysaeth's weyr."  That's safe to say, right?

Lynnea smiles, "I saw. It was... Very beautiful to watch." She moves to the klah pot, sparing a rbight smile for Aliana as she does so, "Heya Aliana! How're you?"

Aliana says, "If you need anything please let me know. I've had a long day but I'm not too tired to help." Then the harper-turned-candidate turns to Lynnea and her voice cheers just slightly. "Lynn!  I just got done with things, I'm okay.  I didn't get to watch Kyraith's flight but everyone is talking about it. 'was going to ask I'shra how it was."

"You saw?" These things never go unnoticed, as Ish darts another glance towards R'il, smiling slightly at Aliana and nodding her head: "You're very helpful," even as she giggles slightly at Aliana, "It was a good flight, I think. Kyraith most certainly had fun.. but I think I may've caused a few problems."

K'mra doesn't answer R'il's question, instead curling digits around her mug and savoring her citron.  It gives her an excuse, at least, to remain silent. "Your sister?"  Brownrider can't help but smile, a little, nodding.  "That was generous."  She pauses a moment before noting, "I don't think I'll be staying in your weyr for...awhile.  I brought Yelena up to mine, and I think that I should stay with her."  Handy, how her recent rampage of today turned out to be an excuse.

Lynnea glances around, grinning a bit, "Oh, it was amazing. R'il's bronze, Ysaeth, caught her. He's so beautiful in the skies, and she was just glorious." If she has any mind of the undertones in the room, she is happily ignoring them as she pours the klah, making her way back towards the greenrider, "I always loved watching Da and mom's dragons Rise."

R'il doesn't think he heard correctly.  "What?  You and Yelena?"  Who would have thought?  Shaking his head, he takes a step away.  "Uh, if that's how you want it...I understand," he relents, more than a little confused.

I'shra calls across the room, softly - worriedly - "Can I talk with you and R'il a little bit? I think.. well. I think we need to talk." Fumbling for words, mostly, as the greenrider retreats for a moment into her wine, leaving the two Candidates to their conversation.

Aliana says, "What kind of problem is that, I'shra?", pretending not to hear the conversation between K'mra and R'il. When Lynnea fills her in, she says gently to the greenrider, 'It's just a flight, isn't it?  Daddy said there isn't supposed to be any problems after a flight because people understand…isn't that right?' Naturally, Aliana reaches to squeeze poor Ishie's shoulder. But then Aliana steps back, knowing when to make herself in the background.

K'mra can't help but send an annoyed glare Lynnea's way -- gaze is forcefully turned towards her mug, however, and the pregnant brownrider takes to idly stirring the juice with her finger.  "No, no.  It's a punishment," she irritably tells R'il.  "She's a Candidate, for Faranth's sake."  A rude one, at that.  Glance flickers I'shra's way, then, and shoulders give another shrug.  "Mm, if you'd like."

I'shra smiles slightly towards Aliana, reassured by the shoulder-squeeze as she looks up from her wine, "Just.. problems," she manages, reassurance to the woman as the greenrider gets up to move in R'il and K'mra's direction. "I /would/ like."

R'il just shrugs, rather unwilling to speak at the moment.  Though Weyr-trained, he's Hold-bred, and reconciling today's events with his sensibilities is proving rather difficult.  A wave of his hand indicates that I'shra can talk anytime she wants.

Lynnea is left holding a mug of klah as the greenrider moves to the conversation. She nods to Aliana, and lowers her voice, hoping the riders can't hear, else she'll prolly eb in for a whipping. "Normally, yeah, but I think K'mra is kinda moody, what with being pregnant and all, not to mention Yelena being a right little pain to her earlier... Just bad timing, I expect." She shrugs and smiles, "Me, I like flights. They always bring out the most interesting feelings in the Weyr..."

K'mra’s escape is cut off, so she resorts to curling up in her wide, comfy chair as best she can.  But it's a little hard, when one has the girth /she/ does.  "What do you want, I'shra?" she asks, brusque; she takes to ignoring Lynnea, although she can't help but snap out, "I am /not/ moody."  Which, undoubtedly, proves Lynnea's point.

I'shra fumbles for words a little bit -- "Well.. about the flight today. I think I might've caused some problems between the two of you." An understatement, possibly. "After when R'il's Ysaeth caught Kyraith in the skies."

"We all know what happened, I'shra," R'il begins.  "But it's not your fault," he adds firmly.  Well, not totally.  And while he won't mention K'mra delicate condition, he also won't mention his feelings on the subject.  Looking at K'mra, noticing her 'struggle', he offers, "Would you like a hand up, d..K'mra?"

Well, it doesn't help if R'il's vaguely attractive, either. Plodding on, I'shra continues: "Well. I still feel somewhat responsible." Because, not that the woman will repeat it, but Lynnea's right: K'mra's moody. "Because you're weyrmated, and Ysaeth caught." She edges slightly, staying on her feet.

Lynnea continues in the same quiet tone, "I still dunno why R'il and K'mra didn't go off together. Mom does that, she doesn't like sleeping with anyone in flights but her weyrmate, so she makes sure when her dragon rises, they go off alone together." She is just asking to be punished tonight.

Aliana shrugs to Lynnea, giving her a half hug (wouldn't want the candidate to drop her mug of klah, after all.) "I don't really understan.." Her sentence is interrupted by a K'mra snap, which causes Ali to gracefully turn herself to regard the three riders, K'mra in specific. But then she turns back to Lynn. "I thought K'mra and R'il were friends forever, like.. forever and ever and ever... but I don't really know how flights work." The soft harper voice lowers a little, not in volume but in pitch as the girl looks down, closing her eyes. "Daddy said things should've worked out but I dunno anymore."

"No - I don't /want/ to get up," K'mra responds, and grumpily resorts to stirring her juice with a finger, again.  "So?" brownrider asks of I'shra, glancing towards the other, almost amused.  "It doesn't matter. Nothing's wrong." Lie, lie.  Lynnea, however, is /glowered/ at, and her tone fairly crackles with irritation.  "Candidate!  I'm sure they could use help in the kitchens."

R'il doesn't appreciate being gossiped about either, so he doesn't stop K'mra from chastizing a Candidate or two.  "Kym, don't do that..couldn't you just tell me how to..make it alright again?"  She's awfully pregnant, and you never know when these things will happen.

I'shra shifts slightly, looking awkward -- before settling herself gracefully down in a chair, curling legs up under her as she sighs softly. "Well, I /do/ feel like there's something wrong," she murmurs softly at the two, avoiding looking at R'il in favor of K'mra. "I mean, he's /your/ weyrmate."

Lynnea fairly beams at the hug, returning it warmly, quite the contrast to her recent moods, Not hearing K'mra, or assuming she means some other person who would resond to Candidate, she continues in her talking to Aliana. "Well, normally when a green or gold rises, the riders of the paired dragons, y'know, go off together. And since its a dragon thing, it's not really the same as if they slept together just for kicks, so shouldn't really be a problem. It happens, it's part of being a rider, as Da says." The voice of a greenrider, truly. "If it's a problem, the pair doesn't HAVE to go together, but Da says the emotions are so intense they have to be with .someone. so their weyrmate should be there with them." She's passed talking about the specific flight and is moving into the things her parents have raised her thinking, "Doesn't always work, though."

"I'm /fine,/" K'mra insists, lips pursing tightly as annoyed glance shifts Lynnea's way, again.  "I'm fine," she says again, quieter, walnut gaze flickering towards /her/ for an instant -- then it's back to the Candidate as she assumes she is ignored.  "/Lynnea!/" she sharply calls out, straightening from her slouched position.  "I do /not/ appreciate your ignorance of me, nor the disrespectful manner in which you speak."  Ie, this turn of conversation goes dreadfully close to the earlier one with Lynnea.

Aliana replies softly, "I don't really.. its so complicated, I don't care, I just want people to like each other again." What a naive statement. She swallows when she hears Lynnea's name coming from somewhere behind her.. and intensely at that matter. It causes the candidate to step back.. away from the spot between riders and Lynnea. Not a great spot to be, and she senses it.

Lynnea straightens up sharply, paling a bit, and slowly turns to face K'mra, who she was sure couldn't hear her conversation, "Ma'am? I was not ignoring you, ma'am, and meant no disrespect..."

R'il is more forceful now.  "You can't be honest with me, Kym, then perhaps you're right.  Not being in my weyr would be a good idea."  Lynnea's chastisment is ignored, of course, since she /was/ being disrespectful, at least in his eyes.  "I'll see you later," he begins before giving a curt nod to I'shra in goodbye.

Lynnea shoots a quick glance at Aliana as she pulls away, eyes widening in panic as she realises she is about to be in a whole world of trouble, and alone at that. She swallows, and turns back to K'mra again, stoically awaiting the hammer to fall.

I'shra blinks after R'il, shaking her head slightly -- "I didn't help one bit, did I?" is muttered softly under the greenrider's breath, her expression returning to its doleful look: not quite happy, yet confused at the same time.

K'mra flatly states, "I don't believe that.  Latrine duty, for a sevenday."  Stricken glance goes back to her - departing? - weyrmate, and eyes widen slightly.  "R'il -- wait," she calls softly, pleadingly, biting at her lower lip.  "I'm sorry.  Really.  I'm sorry.  Come back?"

R'il does stop before he gets too far, of course.  Turning around, he furrows his brow.  "I don't know what to do, K'mra," he admits.  "I didn't plan on this happening..."  Of the two dragons frequently in his weyr, it's the brown one that's always been more likely to catch.  "And I can't fix it unless you tell me how.."

Lynnea nods curtly, suprisingly looking relived, "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry, ma'am." She turns away slowling, looking back to Aliana with a slight wince. She settles back into a chair, and motions to the one next to her, as she sips at the klah that Ish left behind, "Wanna sit with me a while before I start these extra chores, Ali?"

Staying quiet, I'shra merely mulls over her wine - she's drinking an increasing amount of it tonight, it seems - as she watches R'il and K'mra, her manner pensive.

Aliana nods gently. "If you don't think K'mra would mind," she whispers softly to Lynnea. "I worry about her cause people do irrational things when they are as upset... remember when I was talking to you about the dramas that mother and Tenya talk about?"

Well, Lynnea's punishment is surely a lot less worse than her relative's was.  K'mra's attention, however, remains focused upon the bronzerider.  "I know, I know -- I'm sorry.  I... overreacted."

Maybe the drink's getting to her, as I'shra manages to snap at the pregnant brownrider, "I don't see how you have a right to give him such a hard time when you and /Th'van/ were there after the flight," she notes, shaking her head at K'mra. "I noticed, you know." And she doesn't even have the excuse of being proddy.

Lynnea noddles, "Yeah... I hope she won't... But if she does, I'll have to go. I don't wanna upset her more than I have." She wrinkles her nose, "I didn't mean to. I didn't think she could hear..." She sighs softly, then dredges up a smile at Aliana, nodding, "Yes, I do. You said you wanted to be part of one."

Aliana blushes softly. "I wanted to be a part of a make-believe one, not a real one," she clarifies to the other candidate with an almost inaudible whisper.

Lynnea ohs and blushes brightly, in contrast to the other, "I'm sorry. At least... At least the didn't give you extra chores... I'd feel so bad if she had..."

Well.  That's one example of how Kym overreacted - one she didn't particularily want her weyrmate to find out about.  "He /needed/ me," she snaps out defensively, glaring at the greenrider who, in K'mra's mind, causes all her problems.  Or the majority, anyway.  "His Telunth didn't catch, and he needed /someone./"  And the aggravated brownrider was all too willing to help him out.  An uncertain glance goes to R'il - just how is he going to react?

"What?" R'il asks in surprise.  Brown eyes turn incredulously on K'mra only for him to take another step away.  "I see...maybe I should leave you alone, or something...," he mumbles, again stepping away.  "Yeah.."  Turning again, he heads for the door and sanity of the hot Igen sun, as opposed to the musty cavern.

Aliana replies, "It'd only been my fault if she gave me something, because I know better.. so don't feel bad." Did that sound like a tease? =) But comfortingly, candidates stick together so she goes over and squeezes Lynnea's waist.  "Don't worry about me, I'll just be here to clean up whatever mess remains after it all." She glances over her shoulder, her hair cascading back as she performs her motions, to glance-- most of all, at I'sh.

Uncurling from her spot, I'shra belatedly claps a hand over her mouth -- mortified -- as she calls R'il back, "R'il!" A curse is muttered, "Shardit, I shouldn't've said that."

Lynnea giggles softly, and leans into the hug from Aliana. Even chores and punishment can't dim the smile her presence brings for long. "I'll help all I can... Especially since I think I made it worse... But really... They may be better off without us..." It's more interesting that way.

"No no no!"  K'mra spares only a scathing glance for I'shra before she manages to jump to her feet in a manner all-too-hurried for a woman this far into pregnancy.  "Wait, R'il!  Wait! Let me explain!  It /isn't/ what you think!"  Lanky limbs, at odds with rotund abdomen, do her well as she hurries to forstall her weyrmate. "Wait -- please.  /Please./"

R'il just shakes his head again.  "Don't rush after me," he intones.  "The Healer said you should take it easy, and you should."  His pace doesn't slow. "I'll talk to you later."  After he's found a bottle of wine, that is.

"I don't /care/ what the Healer says," K'mra responds desperately, pace not slowing as she makes to ward R'il away from the bowl's entrance.  "Shards, I'd rather lose the baby than lose /you/!"  Lip trembles, even, and the brownrider does, indeed, look repentant.

After her first exclamation to hold R'il back, I'shra merely cuddles in her chair -- watching soundlessly -- as she sighs, looking more or less miserable: how many problems that one glowing green can cause.

Aliana gives Lynnea a kiss on her cheek and then looks after K'mra as the pregnant brownrider starts to scurry off. She takes the chance to stand up and go over to I'shra, asking softly, "Could Lynnea or I do something to help?  Maybe you want to take a walk or something?", she asks the greenrider very tenderly, once again giving her shoulder a squeeze cause Ishie looks even worse off than she did earlier.

"Maybe.. if we left a little bit? Keep  me company?" I'sh asks wanly of Aliana, managing to remember her name as she smiles thankfully -- that quickly dimming on her face as she leans her head against the girl's hand, "Thank you so much, Aliana."

R'il freezes, then turns.  "K'mra, I'm...I not /leaving/ you.  I just need..to not be with you right now.  But please don't jeopardize the baby."  A hand wipes back some hair from his face.  "I'll..see you later."  That said, he takes the last few steps and heads out the door.  Now where's that bottle of wine?

Lynnea stands with Aliana, though she colors brightly at the kiss, and moves with her, nodding, "I'm sorry if I cause problems, Ma'am..." To I'shra, "I didn't mean to."

Plaintive, K'mra calls after her weyrmate -- "R'il!"  He's gone, though, so after a few moments of silently staring after him, she turns and rounds on the greenrider.  "/You/!" In all her menacing wrath, she strides towards I'shra, glowering.  "/You!/"

R'il walks toward NorthWest Bowl.

A glance goes after R'il, and I'sh gets timid: a sip of her wine is taken, one hand clasped over another as she stops their shaking. Even with Kyraith's bolstering presence -- she's reverting back to the original Ish with weariness and worry: shy, hesitant, and all too repentant. "K'mra.."

Lynnea's gaze turns, eyes widening at the rider's rapid approach. She edges closer to Aliana, remaining silent and letting the girl with more tact, and smarts, handle how to handle this development.

Aliana says, "You're welcome, I'shra, I worry about you as much as I do R'il and K'mra." Her fingers caress along the greenrider's cheek. "Is your lifemate okay?  Is she feeling okay about everything?" That's it.. talk about Kyraith... hopefully the green is feeling nicer =)

Laih shuffles in from NorthWest Bowl.

"/You!/" K'mra repeats - third time's the charm.  She comes to a halt in front of I'shra, glaring, glowering, and generally looking angry.  "He's going to /leave/ me," she yells, tone rising as she nears hysterics, "and it's all because of /you!/"  Despite R'il's assurances, the brownrider can't quite believe that he's not going to abandon her.

"K'mra.. I didn't /mean/ to. I think he really does love you -- he /did/ say that he wasn't going to leave you." That, I'shra heard all too clearly, a wan smile darted towards Aliana as she greenrider folds her arms almost defensively. "He's not going to leave you.. an' I didn't mean it." Truly miserable, she looks, huddling further into her chair in hopes of getting away from the accusations of the brownrider.

Okay, not a happy 'rider. Silently, Laih creeps into the Living Caverns, having stopped short at the entrance; seep towards the klah, sink into the chair. No sides.

K'mra wails, "He is too!  He's going to leave me -- didn't you hear?  He said he couldn't be with me."  She eyes I'shra's wine with contempt, spitting, "Or were you too self-pitying, too sunk in /that/ --" She gestures sharply towards the glass "-- to notice?  And, sharditall, it's /your/ fault.  If you just hadn't sharding told him.  Things were /better./  But then you had to jump in..."

Aliana looks up, startled to see K'mra standing pretty close to her. Perhaps Lynnea is the inspiration that spoils this candidate's better judgement, but her eyes glow fiercely towards the brownrider's and her voice grows with volume and intensity, but not focus. "R'il /loves/ you, K'mra. He /loves/ you. Can't you feel how much you mean to him? Do you truly think that R'il is gonna forget everything you shared with him?  Think about it, K'mra!  You know you are better than that!  Shells, you are special to him!  And what is I'shie supposed to do about it, K'mra?  What is she supposed to do?"

Lynnea frowns. That's all she can take and she steps forward, near the greenrider and facing K'mra. "Excuse me, ma'am." She emphasises the word, keeping her tone level and as polite as can be given the words she is saying, "But surely you cannot blame a greenrider for the actions of her dragon. I know, and I admit I am not a rider, only the daughter of two greenriders, that it is /awefully/ hard for a greenrider to exert any control over their dragon in a flight. And to imply that she should have forced the choice otherwise is an insult to her and to her dragon. Dragons rise. And as near as I can tell, R'il was trying to make things right with you, and you spurned him, and rejected him. And he still says he is not leaving. Even if you, outside of dragonlust, went home with one of the other riders! That is simply not right for you to do! It is not I'shra's fault you can't control your jealousy or your hormones!" Her voice has steadily risen, though she is still in 'vehement' and not into 'yelling.'

I'shra snorts, "But lying about it -- or trying to cover it up -- will /not/ make it better," the greenrider defends, shaking her head obstinately at K'mra as she takes another sip of her wine -- more of a gulp, upon second glance. "He /didn't/. You were getting angry at him: you were ignoring that you did wrong. And I can't help it. Kyraith went proddy and I didn't know 'til she went up. I couldn't help it that Ysaeth caught."

"If he loved me, why'd he walk away?  Why'd he /go?/"  K'mra rounds first on Aliana, snapping out, "You can help out Lynnea with her duties in the latrines."  Brownrider spins /that/ Candidate's way, then.  "I don't imply anything!  I don't sharding /care/ about the flight.  And don't you /dare/ speak that way to me.  Don't you /dare/ assume you know everything about me and R'il, or even I'shra."  She hesitates only a moment before ordering, "You're confined to the Weyr, and you will not leave the barracks unless you are doing your chores.  Drudges will bring your food.  Don't make me put you up there with Yelena."  Attention slip, slip, slides -- I'shra is regarded, wild-eyed, and she scathes, "I'm not lying.  I was honest - moreso than /you./  You're justa coward - you're getting drunk, so you don't have to deal with any of this."  Tears begin to well, at long last, and before hysterics overcome her, she fairly shrieks,  "Just stay /out/ of my life."

Wineskin is put aside, I'shra striding forwards and catching K'mra in a hug -- her voice more or less soothing as she holds the distraught brownrider against her, "K'mra... it'll be fine. He /loves/ you, and he was just upset -- give it time, and it'll all turn out all right." Shaking her head at the Candidates, she also raises her voice slightly, "And no, you won't be assigned to those chores."

Lynnea stands up to her full five feet and glares heatedly back, "You can punish me all you want, Wingleader, if that is what it takes to make you feel better about taking out your problems on someone who has done nothing to deserve it. It seems to be what you are best at, doesn't it? Yelena, I'shra, Aliana, me. R'il. Blame everyone you want, but the only person who can drive R'il from you is you. And if you cannot trust him enough to believe his word when he says he needs some space to think, and that he is not leaving you, then I question whether YOU know everything about you and R'il! So go ahead. Lock me in. Shackle me to a wall, do what you will. It won't change the facts."

Aliana goes up to join the hug of I'shra and K'mra too (if they let her), cause she honestly does care about them.

Well, that's much better; Laih, of course, hasn't caught herself being seen, but in case - by sheer chance - she was ordered to followe the blame with Lynnea, relief shows across her face, althogh a hint of concern flickers about spiced apple-green eyes, and her eyes rest on K'mra. Then, they wander to Aliana- well, there she goes. Mouth pauses, mid-way to opening, and she remains silent.

K'mra stiffens, at first, as I'shra's arms enfold her -- she sags against the greenrider, hanging on for dear life as she sobs, sobs, sobs.  "How do you know?  How do you know?" she manages to gulp out.  "He's never going to forgive me, I'shra.  Never."  Peering at Lynnea over the other's shoulder, she deliberately looks away, and finally spies Laih.  Oh, look.  /Another/ person witnessed Kym's breakdown.

I'shra holds onto K'mra tightly, soothing her as she lets Aliana join the embrace -- "It'll be /fine/," she murmurs against her ear, merely staying silent for a moment. "He's obviously in love: it'll be fine. He'll forgive you, just as you forgive him. Time heals all wounds."

Lynnea's anger visibly melts away as the brownrider collapses on the green, and she takes a step forward; she doesn't join the hug directly, but does place a hand on the brownriders shoulder, "Oh... I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." As verbose as she is while mad, she is just as lost for words when she feels guilty.

Eventually, K'mra's wracking sobs cease, and she straightens.  Lynnea, finally, is addressed: "You /do/ have latrine duties -- you /can't/ speak to a rider, any rider, that way -- but you won't have to stay in the barracks."  A tentative smile is added to her final words before she looks back towards I'shra.  "Do you.. do you mind if I stay in your weyr, tonight?" she quietly asks.  "I can't go back to...to R'il's, and I don't want to face Yelena for awhile."  She hesitates, guiltily, before adding, "Besides, I think we should talk."

I'shra nods, holding K'mra in the hug as she supports her -- "Let's get over there, maybe? I have some juice, and y'can spend the night, sure."