As E'rik waited for C'mor's response his hands hovered at the edge of his tray, giving Cobalt ideas. The blue firelizard was practically quivering with anticipation. He was hoping that there would be more tidbits of food thrown, based on E'rik's hand placement, but in reality his human was just getting ready to pick up his tray and leave as soon as C'mor declined his invitation. He would have been very surprised if the bronzerider accepted the offer, as weyrlings were worked every bit as hard as E'rik was presently working with the drills for his wing.
"Another time, perhaps," E'rik agreed.
He and Dara had spent the entire day together, and they had reached the point where they were snapping at each other every so often. E'rik lost patience with the time it took Daramulath to grasp new concepts and remember ones they'd learned earlier, and Daramulath got frustrated with the same things in himself, but also had difficulty understanding why his human couldn't be more patient. E'rik sincerely hoped that this period would pass soon, as they got more familiar with the drills they were working with.
"I'll be sure to pass along your regards, and try to find you in the future at mealtimes." His hands closed on the edge of the tray and he stood up carefully, having no wish to trip over the bench or the people sitting beside him on his way to dispose of the remains of his dinner. Cobalt fluttered to his shoulder and dropped like a stone, completely stuffed and exhausted.
Before he got out of sight of C'mor, E'rik turned to look over his shoulder and called, "Good luck!"
