They were sneaking out? She really didn't see what they thought they could do. Vanavia hadn't been in the Weyr long, but she'd heard the gold was sick. Surely it was something for the healers to attend to, not a group of candidates? Even if some of them were healers before they became candidates, wouldn't they have already been called upon if the higher ups thought they could help. From what Vanavia had heard the gold was being monitored near constantly, still rumours weren't always true.
Aeglantine's question had Vanavia's gaze shifting to her in the dark. "Yes," she said quietly. "If Hiraeth is as sick as they say she doesn't need to be harassed by crowds." Maybe it was presumptuous. Maybe it was thoughtless, but that was what Vanavia felt. Poking the poor dear when she was already down just to assuage their morbid curiousity wasn't right by any measure.
Regardless of whether Hiraeth was a dragon or human she deserved her privacy and to try and recover in peace.
