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If you aren't enjoying it, why are you there? Sobeth cut straight to the chase over her beloved Nua's choice to be part of the Turn's End festivities. She wasn't enjoying the dancing, she wasn't partaking in the drinks, and overall she mostly looked to be keeping an eye out on her wingmates. Because if I'm not, who will keep an eye on everybody? she inquired. Sobeth offered only silent, mild, judgement to her rider for such a bland train of thought.

Really, Sobeth was guilty of much of the same. Herding some of the smaller Weyrlings about (though truly, only one was smaller than her anymore, that beach clutch from so long ago was so big!) to keep them out of trouble, then turning such attentions to hers.

It had set a certain tone for their evening at least. While some familiar faces would stay later into the night than Nua was willing to, those who left earlier did catch Sobeth's attention, the mamagator singling out one in particular who looked to be having a bit of a time on his own. Nua, Sobeth summoned her rider to send her after the young man.

She'd barely reached out to put a hand on the larger man's shoulder when he fumbled, sending Nua scrambling to make sure he didn't simply find the floor without any trouble. "Woah! Woah!" shifting so she could plant a supporting hand on each of Dhawson's shoulders, Nua frowned. "You alright there?" He didn't look it.

And from somewhere deep in Nua it came rumbling - the fussy mother. Of course, it would have more aptly described someone who was actually a mother, but it was as close as she could get. "Really?" the greenrider gave him a serious look over, frowning the whole time. No, no, no. That wouldn't do.

Shooting a look off towards Sobeth, the green strode in no real rush across the Weyrbowl, settling into the sands and stretching her legs out in front of her. Truly the image of a makeshift seat, which Nua ushered the man to sit in. "Stay," she said firmly, making her retreat once she was certain he would. With her rider gone, Sobeth turned one whirling eye down at Dhawsn. I cannot see the fun in it, she didn't clarify what she meant, but there was some amusement at the expense of the mostly out of it young man.

Is it merely a flavor, or do you enjoy being like this? it was a genuine inquiry as she waited for her beloved to fetch the water the man had managed to communicate a desire for - as well as whatever else she was up to.

As he bent forward, Sobeth leaned in to rest her snout against the back of his neck, exhaling warm breath over it as though somehow it would help in the moment. Enjoying the festivities, then. Would it not have felt better to take it slower? she thrummed, a low noise that vibrated her chest slightly. Certainly, it wasn't unusual behavior for a get together like this and she'd seen many stumbling off in their own right over the turns.

But being a dragon, she'd never really understood the appeal. Perhaps it was because Nua had no such enjoyment of alcohol.

Any further prying and questioning would be interrupted by Nua's hasty return, a canteen - Nua's threadfall canteen, Sobeth noted - in one hand, and a compress in the other. She offered both readily. "When you've drank enough, put the compress over your nose," Nua gestured with her own hand to the area she meant on her face, "and it should uh..help."

She'd clearly taken note of the mouth breathing.

Nua watched patiently and with far less judgement than Sobeth seemed to radiate still, even as the green continued huffed warm breath over the back of his head and nosed as delicately as a dragon could at his hair. "It isn't, but I certainly am not taking notes if it makes you feel better," she said, taking her own seat next to him so that perhaps Sobeth's needling could be directed instead onto her and not all over Dhawsn.

It only somewhat worked.

"It was certainly a good party, you're allowed to enjoy it even if it makes getting back to your room later a little difficult." He certainly would not be the first or last man on Pern having a good time at least.

"It's been a rough few months for sure," Nua agreed. As a wingrider, she'd gotten a very similar lecture as the candidates likely did - if not doubly so. It had been a rider who had spoken up, and while she didn't know the circumstances, it was a rather large blemish on those who hadn't been able to attend at all.

"What is there to tell? It's Turn's End. There's no rule against enjoying yourself," only the Weyrlings weren't allowed the same type of revelry. Though maybe the new second was more stern than she knew? Nua had spent only a little time as a candidate and at the time, Danzik hadn't been anything more than an assistant.

Leaning to rest her chin in her palm, Nua shrugged. "Also true. But if you had a good time, is it really going overboard? Is there such a thing as too much joy?"

Yes. Sobeth answered flatly so both could hear, but there was no annoyance or judgement in her tone. Simply fact. For her effort, however, Nua seemed to lose a certain casual edge to her playful fun. The previous smile deteriorated into a meek frown.

"You sure about that? You were nearly falling over just a bit ago," which was the same way one would describe both several seconds and several hours. "I don't mind going along if you'd prefer the company."

Nua gently rubbed her hand over Dhawsn's back, expression unchanging as more of the fun celebration came back to haunt him - and everybody else present, really. Sobeth's rumbling came to an abrupt halt as well, turning one concerned eye down at the man. "Definitely not as fun right now," Nua murmured sympathetically.

It was definitely not the most ideal way to be ending off such an exciting evening - or bringing in the next Turn.

Sobeth peered between the two thoughtfully, tail flicking in the sand behind her. Well. Nua thumped an open palm against the green's snout and frowning. No harm had been meant, it was just......yeah.

"When you think your head is clear enough for it, I'll go to the kitchens with you and get that tea."