On the same page [D'ren, Tsuen]

Krypth. That is enough. Nirinath's voice brooked no argument, though it was not -quite- laced with the queen's command. She laid down, allowing Tsuen to descend the riding straps she'd taken to having the gold wear. Normally the woman would have ridden her beast bare-back, but she found that moving about with her six-month baby bulge was easier if she didn't have to clamber up her dragon's smooth hide. Far more amusing would be her seventh, eighth, and ninth months, no? By then even the straps would be difficult to maneuver. To only her bonded, Nirinath made the comment, That is alright. You can just sleep on my back all the time, and then you need never get down. I wish that would work, my love, but unfortunately my bladder would not hold for the next three months. The gold turned to nuzzle her rider fondly, eyes whirling faster with unvoiced laughter, then turned back to greet Ronarth.

"Krypth, my dear, lovely girl, let's go take a bath, shall we? Nirinath needs one, too." Her voice turned cajoling, "I'll oil that pretty hide of yours afterward. Besides, Yours needs some time to talk to D'ren. I'm sure she will relate any and all information you need to know to you, later." She walked around the outside of the house to where the bronze stood, eyeing the broken window. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn't say anything. What could be said? Instead she addressed the bronze. "Ronarth, would you like to come with us as well?"

You'll soon learn that you cannot go everywhere with Jada, for one reason or another. In this case, her nose wrinkled, you need cleaned. You are right, she needs you. But you still cannot always be right next to her physically. The senior Queen turned to the man-made river and strode off, not exactly leaving Tsuen, but trusting that the woman would speak up if she needed her help with the dragonling.