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16.Dec.17, 02:19 AM
“Rhae, darling.” R’nya said firmly, reaching out to grasp her hands again, and turn the frazzled woman towards him. She was babbling again, and while R’nya usually found her trait to get a bit of motor mouth adorable, he could tell that she was really quite upset about the whole ordeal she’d just been through. He didn’t blame her at all, and was glad that Z’ia had finally left so he could console his mate. She did not deserve to be spoken to like she had been, and R’nya felt guilty for not being more firm with Z’ia. It was a difficult line to walk, though. He didn’t know how much he could punish the bluerider for disrespecting the Weyrwoman of the Weyr he was visiting, without causing disrespect to the other Weyrleader. Mostly because he did not trust Z’ia to be truthful if quizzed by his own Weyrleader. Filthy bluerider.
“Rhaedalyn,” R’nya said her name firmly, letting one hand go so he could gently cup her chin and lift her head so she was looking at me, even if she wouldn’t look at him. “Shh, love.” R’nya crooned gently, leaning forward to kiss Rhaedalyn on the forehead. “You did nothing wrong, I promise, and the papers on my desk are not important.” They honestly were not, but even if they had been, he would have lied through his teeth to relax the anxious woman before him. “Love, look at me?” He asked gently, waiting patiently until she met his eye. “Sweetheart, none of that matters.” He gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why don’t you go down to Aradissicath? I’ll get us some lunch and we can eat with her, okay?” Concern furrowed R’nya’s eyebrows together as he studied Rhaedalyn. He’d get one of the drudges to clean up his office and hopefully get his mate to relax a bit.
“Rhaedalyn,” R’nya said her name firmly, letting one hand go so he could gently cup her chin and lift her head so she was looking at me, even if she wouldn’t look at him. “Shh, love.” R’nya crooned gently, leaning forward to kiss Rhaedalyn on the forehead. “You did nothing wrong, I promise, and the papers on my desk are not important.” They honestly were not, but even if they had been, he would have lied through his teeth to relax the anxious woman before him. “Love, look at me?” He asked gently, waiting patiently until she met his eye. “Sweetheart, none of that matters.” He gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why don’t you go down to Aradissicath? I’ll get us some lunch and we can eat with her, okay?” Concern furrowed R’nya’s eyebrows together as he studied Rhaedalyn. He’d get one of the drudges to clean up his office and hopefully get his mate to relax a bit.
