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Ray winces. "I understand." She shakes a finger at Beriadi. "You owe me big, okay?" She sighs. "I guess I should go tell the new Weyrleader. Let's hope he at least, is willing to transfer..."

Ray groans after Beriadi hurries off, having just realized that she's going to have to change Weyrs. Well, maybe she could recruit P'las and Kya to help her move things...

Gathering her courage, she returns to the Lower Caverns, glad that P'las's back is to her. Walking quietly, sending thoughts to Isskio to not alert him, Ray sneaks up behind him. Resisting the urge to pull "Guess who?" Ray instead leans down with one hand on his shoulder, the other reaching out to scratch Isskio's other eye ridge.

"I just spoke with the former Weyrwoman, she officially resigned," Ray murmurs, her face next to his ear, trying not more amused than scared out of her wits. "In which case, that makes me the new Weyrwoman... and you Weyrleader, if you think you're up for it."

Are you done?

Kya blinks his eyes woozily. Thinking hurts. Done what?

Could you please wake up?

He rubs at one eye, but his vision is still bleary. His other hand gropes about for something to drink, oh his mouth tastes so bad...

NO! Stop that.

Why? Kya feels childish.

Because I said so. If you don't, I won't love you anymore.

Nakoreth sounds angry, and this is almost enough to make K'makin sober. What?!

That's better. You're almost you again. Do you know where you are?

This is a good question. Kya looks around but the room seems unfamiliar. No.

His dragon proceeds to explain, in detail, K'makin's actions of the past few hours... by the time he finishes, Kya is sitting with his head in his hands, fighting off a throbbing headache.

So, if you are quite done, I would rather not Wrath scold me for letting you make yourself so sick. And I also would rather not Ray scold you for being in her weyr while you're not around. And while we're at it, I know you will hate it when you're feeling better.

Kya groans. He manages to get to his feet and looks around. He hasn't seemed to have made much of a mess... Balancing with a hand on the wall, he hopes he can beat a quiet retreat to somewhere he can recover.

P'las grinned, nodding. "I'll have to return to High Reaches to pick up some things, but it shouldn't take long." He didn't have much, really, just like Ray. Some clothes, a few odds and ends. It shouldn't take but one load on Pericolath. Two max. If he could get the bronze lump to budge from beside Wrath...

Kya somehow made it down the stairs without killing himself, and ducks into a storage room. The dim light is soothing, and he finds a sack of dried klahbark, which makes an aromatic headrest. Perhaps it won't take long for him to recover enough to ride Nakoreth up to his weyr... without decorating the poor brown's hide with vomit!

"Well, it'll take a while to climb up to the Weyrleader's weyr; it's a bit of a hike," Ray comments. "So I'll get a..." she pauses, wondering what would be appropriate, "a waterskin from one of the cooks. Trust me, you'll need a drink after all those stairs!" She stands and gathers her plate and cup, headed for the counter that had the scullery on the other side.

Ray snorts as she accepts the waterskin from a cook. "A wineskin? Today? It's doubtful there's anything worth drinking in the entire weyr after having a Flight." Well, it was worth drinking to her, she liked the foul vinegary wines, but P'las probably wouldn't appreciate it. She heads toward the tunnel that leads outside. "Anyhow," she continues practically, "Wine isn't all that good for curing thirst, it tends to make one more thirsty."