02.Jul.19, 03:47 PM
He accepted the lean with ease for a few moments, rubbing her shoulders properly as she told him more about the twins’ antics. “Little wonder you prefer the night hours; it sounds like a rare respite. Will they follow you to the Weyr’s crèche when you Impress, or stay here? I know which my mother would prefer,” he said with a small chuckle. She adored her grandchildren and having them nearby. “It’s mostly an academic question at this point with how fickle Impression can be, but I’ll support whatever you decide.” They had agreed long ago that he’d help ensure the twins would be supported through whatever trade education they went into, or if they became Candidates themselves.
L’gan laughed as she excused that she had more than enough energy after 4 hours of sleep. He worked to clean up the tools efficiently, putting everything away in its place. “If that’s all it takes… I seem to sleep more than ever since Impressing Semath. She’s a lazybones. The way she sunbathes it’s like she thinks she can store the energ…” he cut off as a sudden thought occurred to him. He did the math in his head, confirming it. “Shards. She’s due for a Flight soon.” At least this time he would be aware of it, he thought. Maybe he could ask Verec for a couple days off and get to the Weyr early? There should be enough leeway. If it didn’t slip his mind again.
He shrugged it off with a sigh. “That’s a problem for the morning. Join me to check on the patients? Then we can raid the kitchen for a sweet roll to celebrate if she’s still asleep,” L’gan suggested, a throwback to other long nights spent studying and on rounds.
L’gan laughed as she excused that she had more than enough energy after 4 hours of sleep. He worked to clean up the tools efficiently, putting everything away in its place. “If that’s all it takes… I seem to sleep more than ever since Impressing Semath. She’s a lazybones. The way she sunbathes it’s like she thinks she can store the energ…” he cut off as a sudden thought occurred to him. He did the math in his head, confirming it. “Shards. She’s due for a Flight soon.” At least this time he would be aware of it, he thought. Maybe he could ask Verec for a couple days off and get to the Weyr early? There should be enough leeway. If it didn’t slip his mind again.
He shrugged it off with a sigh. “That’s a problem for the morning. Join me to check on the patients? Then we can raid the kitchen for a sweet roll to celebrate if she’s still asleep,” L’gan suggested, a throwback to other long nights spent studying and on rounds.