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Heading inside to fetch a new cup of Klah, and then to hopefully drink it someplace that might pass for quiet, since Coriath, still convinced his rider drank too much of the stuff, and politely flipped his cup over during his 'bath'. It was an ongoing 'argument' and he didn't really mind terribly much, since there were plenty of places to steal a hot cup away that the Bronze's wings, tail, claws, or available agents, (Any other dragon he could convince to help...) couldn't reach. It was more of a game between the two of them at this point, though he admitted something of a waste of good Klah.
He heard the voice of one of the familiar drudges, but half blinded by the transition of the outside sun to the interior of the Weyr, he missed seeing her until they collided, giving a startled grunt and holding up his hands in apologetic defense.
"Sorry, didn't se...." He cut himself short in shock as it dawned on him abruptly who he'd collided with.

S'kagi saw stars, or at least bright white and black flashes against his field of vision, swiftly on the heels of the thud of a fist drilling into his face. Coriath's alarm was immediate and at least as strong as the pain and surprise he felt himself, staggering backward a step as much from surprise as from the small woman's blow.
I'm alright! I think. She just punched me!! He thought, shocked, to Coriath as his rattled brain assembled the details on what had just happened, and concluded she hadn't just caused permanent damage. She'd probably just blackened his eye, but he didn't think he was bleeding. His next reaction was anger, again, a mix of his own and Coriath's, too rattled to effectively identify how much they were bleeding together.
"What the SHARDS was that for??"
Hadn't he been doing his best to avoid her? Hadn't gone near her, hadn't lifted a glass of wine since then, though clearly that didn't make a sharding bit of difference. He angrily thought of the firelizard egg he'd had delivered too, though in all fairness she didn't know it was from him, but that small voice of reason was half buried at first as he held a hand to his throbbing eye.
"Do you want to hit the other side next time or are you saving that for something really spectacular? An bowl of thread maybe?" He demanded, hotly, voice accusing and referencing that she'd just hit the already damaged side of his face. At least it would be easy to cover up....
Perhaps strange for his startled audience though, the rage was melting rapidly into guilt, though his face was still red, as much now from embarassment as anger.
She should not hit you! We have become great! Coriath boasted, sulking and throwing himself back into the air from where he had been resting, trying to burn off his own nervous energy.
She's scared. He thought back, guilty and defensive.
"...Excuse me." he more demanded than requested, staring at the ground. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go get some Klah and then go back to my weyr." Such as it was anyway, but even crowded quarters would give him time to cool off.

He pulled a face at her, holding the heel of his hand to his face and grimacing. He'd gone quiet, staring at her with his jaw clenched and his cheeks burning.
"So let it." He grumped, though his voice sounded a lot quieter. Outside, the bronze settled in the grassy area of the Weyr, wings still spread and eying the altercation from a distance, defensive of his Rider, but also holding back at his request. "No one will see it anyway unless I'm getting ready to ride."

Will she hit you again? Maybe you should look for someone else. Coriath grumbled, still eyeing the two, his eyes flashing colors with his irritation and concern for his rider, though S'kagi didn't need to see him to know how the dragon felt.
No it's fine. I think she won't do it again. In spite of his behavior, he was pretty sure he could pick her up and move her if it came down to it.
"If that will make you settle down than fine." He sighed, trying to make it clear he wasn't necessarily happy about letting her put hands on him. "Although I can just as easily go to someone else."

"I think you can heal." He agreed, though he left out the part that related to him. "But I don't think that's the problem here." He pointed out, taking a deep breath before forging ahead. "The problem here is that it's been...no small amount of time, and I've been going out of my way to stay out of yours, and the first thing that happens when we run into each other is you punch me." He let out an exasperated sigh, fixing her briefly with his gaze and then looking away again. There wasn't any way to reference their past that didn't make him look bad, he had been in the wrong, but that didn't mean he felt like he deserved the punch. "Fine. Take a look at it. see what happens."

"I guess that much hasn't changed." he gave her a lopsided smile. Warm enough though it didn't touch half his face. He finally let his hand drop, but left his black hair still covering one side of his face as much as it could, though it still showed off the scar that cut up into his lip.
He still chewed that scar as a nervous habit when he thought. "...Klah would be good. Coriath keeps flipping it over or dripping water in it." He explained, feeling awkward, not quite sure if he should continue the conversation or simply go quiet, let her look at the forming bruise and be on his way.

"He thinks I drink too much Klah, but he likes getting up early." He explained, feeling strange explaining this to her. "So he makes it a game. He won't do anything." He looked around as they went inside, searching out someplace to sit.
"I think it comes down to the idea that you're not as frail as you let on." He added, finding a place to sit down and starting to stretch out his legs, then thinking better of it, sitting with his hands resting on his knees for a moment, then, staring at the toe of his boot, brushing his hair back from where it was concealing scars and bruise alike.
He did this without further commentary, letting her take her own inventory on the reminder's he'd been wearing since their first encounter, the shadow of his father that he'd been running from since.