09.May.13, 08:35 PM
“It has,” B’jin agreed, his tone slightly wary as he watched D’ren kneel down to gather his little girl up, Amorandii bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet at B’jin’s side. “Do you like her dress!” Amorandii demanded, twirling herself as an example before looking up at D’ren expectantly. B’jin smiled fondly, hand brushing Amorandii’s hair back – her braid had become far more a tangled mess than a properly pretty lady’s braid – and she tipped her head back to grin up at him impishly.
“How have you been?” B’jin asked quietly, voice just barely outside the realms of timidity as he frowned thoughtfully at the Weyrleader – S’kef be damned! – and played with Amorandii’s hair, soothing her to calmness rather than snapping at her for being too loud. He would need to rebraid it for her before they left.