The flight by dragon had been every bit as unsettling and uncomfortable this time as it had been the last two times for Tofir. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy flying. Inexplicably, he did. He just didn't enjoy being pressed close to some stranger wearing flight leathers which probably weren't as clean as they ought to be and a person who, quite frankly, definitely wasn't as clean as he ought to have been. Tofir had been hard-put to refrain from offering some helpful hygiene suggestions to the rider who had taken him back to Telgar. It didn't seem to be polite, though it would have been better thanks, in Tofir's opinion, than the simple thank you he had uttered once his feet were back on terra firma.

Being a rider from Fort, the man had departed after depositing Tofir's effects on the ground beside his dragon. Tofir sighed. He had managed to forget in half a year that riders tended to be extremely self-centered and thoughtlessly exclusive. He'd learned to recognize the look they got when they were talking to their dragons, and the Fort rider had definitely been talking to his dragon the whole time he "helped" Tofir unload. It would have been nice if the hulking man could have actually helped Tofir get his effects to his room. But, no. He had Places To Be.

It didn't take long for the headwoman to greet Tofir and welcome him back. He grabbed the handle at one end of his trunk and proceeded to drag it while accompanied by the excited chirping and whistling of his two firelizards, Shiver and Lady. Shiver was thrilled that the world was right again and his human was back at Telgar. Lady was barely containing her curiosity and amazement at everything around her. She kept darting away and then seemingly reminding herself of what good manners dictated and then returning to Tofir's shoulder.

"You could find Song and Y'ul," Tofir suggested to Shiver. The blue had stayed with them for a long time while he was away, since he had pined for Song while at Healer Hall, leaving Tofir with just green Lady for company. She was every bit as ladylike as her name implied, but her lack of neuroses made her a bit less interesting to her owner.

"Pardon?" asked the headwoman as she cruelly headed toward the stairs. Tofir nearly groaned when he realized two things: first, he would not be rooming with the candidates, which was probably for the best since he was not returning as a candidate, having aged out of the running as of the last hatching; and second, he had to drag his sharding trunk up Faranth only knew how many flights of carved stone stairs to reach his new quarters.

"I was talking to my firelizard," he explained.

She nodded dismissively and continued leading him upward. After forty eight steps - Tofir counted - she turned and directed him to a small, private room which seemed practically palatial compared to the dormitory-style rooms he'd occupied while acting the part of a candidate. Apparently mindhealers were granted more status. And solitude! Even Y'ul didn't have that. Not yet, anyway. Whether she and Erath got their own weyr when the green dragon was older had yet to be seen.

"Do I have an office still?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know about that. You'd have to talk to the head healer. But I expect it's still there if you ask for it."

"Thanks," Tofir said, nodding and smiling at her.

Once she had gone he looked around the room and decided that the first thing he needed to do was go to the infirmary and appropriate some cleaning supplies. He didn't know who had been in charge of cleaning this room for him, but he doubted they'd been as thorough as he would like. Better to do it himself.