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Before the hatching, Jacomus had been avoiding... A lot of things. He wasn't sure how to broach things, and wasn't sure how to go about much of anything. He'd spent too long just worrying about himself, his dragon, and his flits, that he'd not worked on proper social skills since leaving Southern Weyr.

The bit at the Hatching hadn't been enough, in his eyes. It was a bandage, at best, for a larger faux pas.

Holding a basket, usually used for carrying glows, Jacomus gently knocked on the door into Casgar's room. "Casgar?"

Stepping in, Jacomus took a deep breath. "I..." He swallowed. Why was he nervous? "I have to... Apologize, for how Kraketh acted at that hatching, at High Reaches. It.. It reflected badly, for Western." He looked at Casgar, a touch of worry in his eyes. "It reflected badly for you. And.. And I know this might not make up for such a huge social faux pas, but..." He offered the basket. "Marsh laid eggs..." Right in his clothing, no less... Which was impressive, since by all logic she should have laid them in sand, a kept flit or not. Maybe she thought she was hiding treasure... "And I kind of... Brought them as a peace offering." Well, a further peace offering, after the Western clutch had hatched.