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More often than not, Allia was one to avoid Flights. It helped that Somnuth was almost never moved to chase, regardless of the color of dragon in the air, so it was only the handful of times a Turn a gold took to the air that she had to endure the feelings and urges that weren't her own, and decide what to do with them. She usually opted for the headache, as it was less potentially problematic come morning, but now and then circumstances would conspire and she would give in, though it always left her feeling uncertain and vulnerable when all was said and done. While she'd lived with her scars for long enough now that they didn't bother her overmuch on a day-to-day basis, in situations like this...well, it was hard to get much more exposed than this.

The bluerider clung stubbornly to sleep for as long as she could, determined to put off the inevitable morning awkwardness for a few minutes more. In the meantime, at least she was comfortable, even if she was reasonably certain she wasn't in her own weyr.

Being pulled closer was for her the final pull to wakefulness, but at least it was a pleasant one, far better than being left cold by a sudden departure. Even if she doubted it would last very much longer, Allia was content to be snuggled in close for a few minutes more. She did enjoy...company, when she could quiet her too-busy thoughts and anxieties about it all. Which made it a rarity, and one she might as well savor while she had it.

She did crack her eye open just long enough to peek at her partner and refresh her memory, as well as determine whether he was awake or if the movement had just been resettling. She almost hoped for the latter, as this really was quite a nice feeling, and she was reluctant for it to end. The quick look also confirmed her suspicions that this was not her weyr, so she'd be making that walk later, but knew full well that she would be far from the only one.

Rarely was Somnuth any kind of a wakeful influence, and this morning was no different. Allia could feel the peaceful blue still dozing, likely umoved from his wallow by either Flight or storm. Though he was yet asleep, just the little brush of her mind against his to determine his state provided a cool dose of soothing calm to tone down some of her worries.

Unlike Somnuth, however, the man whose bed she found herself in was now definitely awake, though only recently so, lending an especially pleasant quality to his voice. It made her want to nestle a bit closer still, an urge she indulged as tilted her head just so to get something akin to a proper look at him rather than just a peek.

"Good morning," she returned softly, fishing for something further to say but failing to come up with something that would just sound awkward. So an awkward pause it was.

"It was a valiant effort," Allia commended with a small smile, appreciating that he was honest and had a sense of humor about it. "She thinks he's handsome, hmm? He'll be very flattered." In his own sort of way. Somnuth did enjoy compliments even if he also liked to mull over and dissect them. What was 'handsome,' really?

"Allia," she supplied in return, not the least bit fussed that he didn't know her outright in the first place. She and Somnuth were a quiet pair, dutiful and effective but unlikely to stand out; she'd not have expected anyone outside of her wing to know them on sight (well, perhaps her closest neighbors in the beachside weyrs).