Therianth reached out her neck and nudging Hessianth fondly as her mind whirled away in its fight. She hadn’t put conscious thought into the nudge, just wanted to do it so did so. Acting more on instinct as the two parts fought for dominance inside her, Therianth rested her head down next to Hessianth’s.
Shahera followed L’nik’s gaze out onto the ledge and frowned internally. Gently, she nudged the fight inside Therianth so that a side won. Silence was not helping. Looking back into her weyr she laughed. “When have you ever known me to take the less exciting option?” She considered dragging L’nik back into the weyr to a sitting area and then figured he would want to keep an eye on Hessianth. “Food required being properly dressed. Well. Proper food does. If people are willing to settle for slightly stale rolls I have a few hidden away in here.”
The war won inside Therianth’s mind, the dragon stretched slightly and expanded her wings before settling back down.
All this fuss, Hessianth, her voice was dripping with both amusement and affection.
and not even a good morning? Is that how you greet your lady love? Some of her teasing sting might have been alleviated by her having settled as close to Hessianth as she could in her stretching. Turning her head slightly to look at Rekamuth, Therianth told the blue,
you are badly hurt and while I am honored you wear the wounds so well, I would rather you not strain yourself until you are more healed. 
