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Oh, dear Faranth, Cavera isn’t quite sure how happy she was to breathe in fresh air. She knows that, despite seemingly alone, she has a few pairs of eyes watching her. Yet she’s on the cusp of being let go, and couldn’t help but gently bribe her attending healer if she could just.. go get some fresh air. A change of honest clothes and walking out of the large entrance into the Weyrbowl -- not very far, just a few steps into the sun, into the fresh air.

The fresh air does feel nice. At her side, Aviforth gently butted his nose into her hand, cheeping softly. The normally vibrant weyrling was still grey, though not as fretfully so as when she’d been able to stay awake for more than half a candlemark.

’Of course, my precious boy. We’ll be getting back to it soon. I hope I can get back to lessons soon -- tomorrow even. She stretches, soaking in the warmth of the spring sunshine as much as she can. Her sweet blue sat at her heels, his tail curling around her ankles as his wings mimicked her movement, showing off the brilliant pattern.

In her stretching, her hand brushes against something--- someone. “Oh, oops -- sorry about that.” It’s sheepish and quiet, her actual voice a touch rusty from disuse.