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14.May.19, 04:11 AM
Thankfully, A’tay seemed to be following what he meant. That was good, it meant he was calming down instead of continuing to work himself up over things he had no control over (F’drel willfully did not think of how the same could often be said of him). F’drel just hoped A’tay would remember it for more than just that day.
“Mylorah likes everybody,” he deflected, shrugging off the compliment. There wasn’t anything special about him. He had common sense sometimes, which it seemed weyrfolk didn’t have nearly enough of. But that didn’t make him particularly worthy of anyone’s regard. Maybe common sense was just something Mylorah and her brothers didn’t have enough of on their own and they needed other people to have it for them. That made some sense, actually. F’drel figured he could be that for them, when they needed it.
He was brought more firmly back to the present when A’tay moved to put the bin down, and all F’drel’s attention went back to him. “You wouldn’t be a nuisance. You wouldn’t even be a nuisance if you borrowed the bed. If that’s too much effort though, I can bring you a blanket or two over here,” he offered. A’tay didn’t need to try to face the world just yet, it’s not like F’drel minded. His plans for the evening included getting dinner at some point and oiling a few spots on Halomirth that were drier than usual due to the seasons changing, and A’tay being here didn’t really interfere with either thing. And if he didn’t want to leave yet, he wasn’t going to make him. F’drel hadn’t expected how fiercely he wanted to protect this teen — a bronzerider — but he did, so he was going to make sure A’tay was alright. He tried very hard to avoid thinking about how it was at least partially due to relating to being young, not wanting to have sex, and feeling like he had no other options. That was too much self-reflection for F’drel at the moment, and he blocked it out in favor of offering blankets.
“Mylorah likes everybody,” he deflected, shrugging off the compliment. There wasn’t anything special about him. He had common sense sometimes, which it seemed weyrfolk didn’t have nearly enough of. But that didn’t make him particularly worthy of anyone’s regard. Maybe common sense was just something Mylorah and her brothers didn’t have enough of on their own and they needed other people to have it for them. That made some sense, actually. F’drel figured he could be that for them, when they needed it.
He was brought more firmly back to the present when A’tay moved to put the bin down, and all F’drel’s attention went back to him. “You wouldn’t be a nuisance. You wouldn’t even be a nuisance if you borrowed the bed. If that’s too much effort though, I can bring you a blanket or two over here,” he offered. A’tay didn’t need to try to face the world just yet, it’s not like F’drel minded. His plans for the evening included getting dinner at some point and oiling a few spots on Halomirth that were drier than usual due to the seasons changing, and A’tay being here didn’t really interfere with either thing. And if he didn’t want to leave yet, he wasn’t going to make him. F’drel hadn’t expected how fiercely he wanted to protect this teen — a bronzerider — but he did, so he was going to make sure A’tay was alright. He tried very hard to avoid thinking about how it was at least partially due to relating to being young, not wanting to have sex, and feeling like he had no other options. That was too much self-reflection for F’drel at the moment, and he blocked it out in favor of offering blankets.
