"And if that runner and cart aren't there, you'll still be the sweetest little baby in the Weyr," Cremsden sung softly and not quite in tune as he trotted through the dark. "Though," he added in a mor

It was going to be a piece of cake going back to work with a baby. Margana could take it at night while he did his shift and then he'd take it during the day. Babies slept a lot. They could just sleep

"We were reading?" Garatt was blushing in the dark, conscious of just how poor an excuse this sounded. "And we fe-- oh!" That was a squeak of alarm as he noticed the wher. He backed up, pulling Yiyu w

Time no longer had meaning. It was probably good practice for when Cremsden did go back on night-shifts in a couple more days. There was time when the baby was awake and time when the baby was asleep

Garatt's eyes went very wide. It definitely wasn't cool to reach to grab Yiyu's hand but it was possible afterwards that he had done so to reassure her. Which was clearly the case. Trying to protect h

"I just-- your shirt." Touching hair was one thing, touching actually body parts was another so Garatt tried to vaguely indicate that maybe she should tuck it back in without actually going too close

"Your hair is kinda--" Awkwardly Garatt reached to try to straighten it a little, oblivious to the fact that his own was sticking out at all angles. OOC: Jeeeeess, do we want the Weyrwoman to stumble

"Or.. they might not have missed us?" Garatt said hopefully. He looked down at himself, still sitting on the floor, and tried in vain to smooth out his shirt and look a little less rumpled. It did not

Garatt glanced around, fighting the urge to cover himself up even though he was actually still wearing clothes. "No-one's here," he reported, "but--" he swallowed "we'll have missed Barracks lights ou

Cremsden waited until Z'go had left and then quietly ensured he was noted as unavailable for patients for the next half-hour or so. It took a few moments to help himself to klah from the pot, and the

"That we-- oh!" Garatt was still drowsy and it took a minute before he blushed red. "We didn't-- I mean, we're still *dressed*." he said uncertainly, clutching his book like an alibi.

Garatt blinked at her for a moment and then looked around as though remembering something. A minute's search and he held up his own book, automatically trying to flatten out the pages where he had bee

"Ow," Garatt complained, and opened his eyes, sitting up confusedly. "Why're you in my bed?" he asked with some indignation, rather hastily removing thumb from mouth and then sitting on his hand for g

Signs this had not in fact been anything particularly interesting included the fact that the body lying partially on top of her was both fully dressed and on top of the bedding. He was however fully a

Cremsden opened and shut his mouth several times, "I--uh-- with the gown on?" he managed, Hold sensitivities apparently choosing to come to the surface at the most inconvenient time. "I--uh--I mean I

R'tal wasn't Weyrleader any more, not even WeyrSecond, and he was heartily grateful for that fact. Not having to have his eyes on the entirety of the Weyr when it rose to fight Fall made his life a lo

"Aye? You tell your brown lad out there to muzzle you before you head back in and I'll think about it," Cremsden said lightly. "Your Wingleader has any questions, send him to me. He won't be the first

"Eh, I'll do you some lists," Cremsden promised. "Come and get them end of today, I'd try and learn two a sevenday - but remember you're not doing yourself any good if you remember them *just* for the

"Are you sure--uh," Well-intentioned advice that maybe Margana might prefer to walk about a bit more was swallowed as Cremsden saw her expression. "I'll er, shut up, shall I? Sorry."

"Erk." Cremsden pulled a face but Bitey, on his shoulder, gave a little cry of delight and leapt down to splash in the forming pool. "Huh. Well, those jars will need a good long boil but looks like yo