S'vor lay in bed, watching the curve of Dharzol's neck, wondering when he started to time his life around the moments like these. Occasional restdays, and a few hurried evenings in between, were all they had together. But the scarcity of it made the time they did have together all the more precious to him.

Pushing himself up on his arm, he leaned over and kissed the side of Dharzol's cheek, near his ear. "Do you mind if I call Maveth back?" he asked. "She's been wanting to see you." Usually when the two of them were together, Maveth would take the opportunity to go and carouse out by the lake, while simultaneously playing lookout to make sure no unexpected vistors would drop by their weyr. But perhaps because he'd had so few lasting relationships in his life, Maveth always felt strongly connected to anyone that was important to him, doting and worrying on them to an extent most dragons only did for their riders. It could be a little much for some people. Which is why they both tried to make sure she kept a little distance and didn't come off too strong.

She'd been particularly concerned since the Touching, which they sadly had not been in attendance for. Though they both would have loved to be, unfortunately, their new duties as wingseconds had pulled them away.

It wasn't all bad though... His weyr was bigger now. S'vor himself didn't care much about the material rewards of his promotion, but since the nature of their relationship meant that it must always be confined inside these walls, it was nice when the walls were a little bigger.. And included certain luxuries. He wrapped another arm around the young man's shoulder, settling back into bed with him. "Want to take a bath later?" he suggested, smiling against his side. "I have a private one now." Well, mostly.. But G'ar was out on work right now, and Maveth could warn him when he was planning to come back.