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Iafri had developed something of a bad habit in recent months - oh, plenty of people likely wouldn't have viewed it that way, with Weyrs being the way they were, but for Iafri, it was definitely not emotionally healthy, as her dragon wasn't shy about pointing out. As anxious about others as she was, the greenrider had always been a hopeless mess when it came to relationship potential, and little better about anything casual. So she'd long used Flights as an occasional outlet, an easy way past her anxieties, at least until the morning when they were all quite enthusiastic about rushing back. But lately, it had started to hinge on desperate; she was lonely, and feeling it far more sharply than ever, with Girofleth spending so much time so happily tucked under the wing of a certain brown.

But while Girofleth might have been lucky enough to find love as a result of a Flight, Iafri had yet to be similarly fortunate. Her morning-afters over the last Turn had been either nonexistent or downright upsetting, and being as she was, she always blamed herself. So when she started feeling a pull to wakefulness, she resisted for as long as she could to put off having to face the inevitable...which she expected to be someone extricating themselves and leaving, not the tickle of having her hair brushed back and her forehead kissed.

...oh. That was nice. Not that she didn't still dread having to wake up to some degree, but maybe her luck hadn't been quite as rotten this time (or maybe she would still ruin it by being...her). But lying here pretending to be asleep wasn't a viable longterm plan, so finally she opened bleary eyes and offered a shyly murmurred "Good morning."

No move to leave, just a bit of resettling to get comfortable. That was...good? Maybe? This was quite comfortable, in spite of the incessant loop of worries running through her head that kept her from enjoying it as much as she might have liked to.

"Girofleth is hard to bother," Iafri answered after a moment, and it was true. The little green could get along with most personalities, short of bullies and unnecessarily aggressive types. She'd likely have been content to chat with a guest, if not otherwise occuppied. "Of course not. I wouldn't call it an intrusion." Her words were all soft, and she kept her head tucked against him as a convenient excuse not to make eye contact. "I did sleep well. I...hope you did too?"

Now that was very nice, and Iafri practically melted in spite of herself and nestled a little closer. It might have been an idle, mindless gesture, but as someone who had little close physical contact with other people, she was, to be frank, a bit touch-starved. No matter how much affection and reassurance her dragon heaped upon her, it couldn't totally replace human affection.

"Of course. Please don't worry," she said after a moment, concerned that he was actually worried; the night was fairly hazy for her as well, but was sure she'd remember if something had been amiss. Not that she'd have said anything if it had been. It was better - or at least easier - to let things like that go.

"I...you think so?" She finally peeked up at him, the wide-eyed glance shy but hopeful. She was a pleasant surprise? Really?

Given that this was already going far better than any post-Flight interaction she'd had in the last Turn, Iafri very definitely did not have any complaints, and as far as fussing went, well, she could do more than enough for both of them. Not that she would say as much right this moment, as saying the wrong thing and being too obviously nervous had...not gone over well for her in the past. Thinking about it overmuch still set her nerves on edge all this time later. And as nice as Vuurth's rider - she couldn't remember his name, if she'd gotten it at all - seemed, the last thing she wanted to do was give him a reason to find her less of a pleasant surprise than he'd initially aasumed.

She blushed at his assurance that not only was she indeed a pleasant surprise, but lovely. Delightful conversationalist might have been a stretch, but either way, such compliments were a very rare treat. She might not fully believe she fit them, but she would cherish them anyway. Iafri tucked her head against him again, dodging more prolonged eye contact..also it felt nice. "I'm glad you think so."

"I...I'm Iafri, by the way." Introductions were probably in order, since he seemed, amazingly enough, content to stay awhile.

That felt nice, and Iafri closed her eyes for a few moments, enjoying being held and feeling safe. The constant background hum of anxiety she lived with even faded a little, and if nothing more had been said, might very well have fallen asleep again sooner rather than later. But while she shied away from much eye contact, Li'tt still had her full attention regardless. He was a bluerider, that was...that was good. Not that dragon color meant anything here, but weyrlinghood elsewhere had deeply ingrained certain assumptions that some colors were seen more 'important' than others, and their riders more likely to be...well, a lot of things.

As for whether she was hungry, such a simple question was cause for a lot of thought. Was she? A little, but not enough to justify being a bother if he wasn't also hungry. But if he was hungry and she said no, would he get food for himself or stay out of courtesy and be hungry? Ultimately, she decided it was best to admit, "A little. I'm- it's not bad though, if you're not. Hungry, I mean."

Obviously he wasn't bad.

Iafri couldn't help but be a bit disappointed when he moved, extricating himself to hunt for his clothes. She nestled down further into the covers to compensate for the loss of warmth - not that the weather wasn't seasonably warm, but that wasn't the same. Being so tucked in against someone had been both comfortable and comforting. She watched him quietly while he searched, but if at any point he turned her way or she thought he might notice, she was quick to look away.

"A-anything is fine," was her answer, and it was true. She was far from picky when it came to food, and even if presented with something she didn't like, would eat and profess to enjoy it.

She'd then watched him leave, feeling a bit forlorn. Would he come back? He'd not taken all of his clothes, so probably? Maybe? While she waited to find out, she finally slid out of bed and got dressed herself, before collecting and carefully folding whatever he'd left behind to set atop the trunk at the end of her bed. She then resettled in the bed and just...waited. And fretted about whether or not he would come back, but also how things would proceed if he did.

But he did, eventually, return, and she pulled herself back up into a sit, a shy-but-happy ghost of a smile flickering across her features before she was back to looking more down than directly at him. "It's alright. I'm sure everyone's..." As she hesitated to elaborate, she made a vague gesture until she got the words out, "Got an..appetite today."

Iafri regarded the plate, but didn't immediately reach for anything, waiting quietly for him to take what he wanted.

Though she'd not known what to expect, it was very definitely not that he woukd so readily resume physical contact, leaning against her side like it was nothing at all. It was nice, and she certainly had no objections, but that someone would want even that sort of casual affection with her, even as a temporary thing post-Flight, was rather a foreign concept for the skittish greenrider. But she would very happily soak it up, especially as she was sure it was a one-morning-only sort of deal. She would take it while she could get it.

He'd soon moved again to fetch a knife, but once again returned. She watched quietly as he prepared what she assumed would be his breakfast, and which looked ever-so delightful - she would have to assemble something similar when it was her turn, if there was enough of the components left - and was quite surprised when he offered her half of what he had prepared. She blinked at it for a moment before accepting, glancing up with something like awe as she did so. But it was once again only a quick glance, then she focused her gaze down at the food she now held cradled in her hands. "...Thank you. It looks very good."

She might have been only a little hungry before, but now? She was practically starving. But she continued to just look down at it, waiting for him to start first.