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Brieteth had been out on his ledge, an absolute mess. If one could call what he was doing sunning, it would have been a bit of a stretch. Certainly, he was laid out and basking in the sunlight, but his attention was on his beloved E'mel who was playing around with the repairs on some instrument. Their bond was full of the blue's utter anxiety, every nervous thought shared openly while his rider quietly smoothed them down and offer wave upon wave of love.

It only kind of worked. Certainly, he was calm but he wasn't relaxed.

What has you riled up today, buddy? the redhead asked, looking up from his task and into the murky grey-yellow eyes of his lifemate. Brieteth warbled uncomfortably. Certainly, all of the interaction he was getting was good for him. He'd met a baby brother, mother had fussed oh so much over him and well....everybody was acting like he was making them proud.

They're going to realize I'm a fraud and - he barely shared the thought when two things happened. One, E'mel quickly shut that line of thinking down. Second, another had reached out to him, causing him to kreel like a cat being activated from their nap and turning his perpetual look of worry out into the Weyrbowl.

Oh, Sophrosunth! I could never take your meal from you! Brieteth replied, his usual glum and worry lacing every word as he shifted, trying to find where his little brother had taken up. Are you lonely? Is everything okay? then came all of his concern. Oh, was he missing the point?

He managed another huff and puff of worry before E'mel crossed their weyr to thump an open palm on his lifemate's rump. Are you going to join him? Does he...want me to?

Oh, he was just so bad.

Deep breaths, buddy. Keep with me, E'mel was sitting nose to nose with his lifemate, making a dramatic show of inhaling and exhaling while the blue trailed along after in mimicking the action. Brieteth leaned his head into E'mel's chest with a low kreel, delighting in the attentions he was given to soothe his overly eager nerves. Oh, how would he have survived if his E'mel hadn't wanted him?

Besides the obvious, that he would not have.

What if I'm a pest and he doesn't want to ask me to go away? Brieteth asked his rider privately, and E'mel frowned comically at him. "Never, buddy. He wouldn't be inviting you to come chat with him over his meal if he was just going to wish you away." While the logic was sound, Brieteth still huffed and fussed over it for a while longer before his rider nudged him mentally. With another nervous kreel, Brieteth seemed to calm enough to answer Sophrosunth's plea.

I will bring my meal and join you. Where...where are you?