Thank You

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 19th May 2014

Characters: D'hol, Cyradis
Description: Sincere concern from both parties seems to heal the breach
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 1 of Turn 7

D'hol

Cyradis

D'hol strode towards Cyradis' door with firm steps, his lips thin and
pressed together with concern. The news of her difficulties had struck
him deeply, especially since Jeyme's pregnancy had been announced and
they were being so careful. But the realization that she had risen to
talk with him, even after being told to take it easy, hadn't set well.
What had she been thinking? Still, worry laced his thoughts as he
knocked lightly on the door to her weyr. Hearing no answer, his brow
furrowed and he cracked the door open, calling out softly. "Cyradis?
Are you in?"

She'd laid down and was dozing on the couch while K'deren and the
children and hopefully some candidates gave Panitath a nice bath. So,
she wasn't fully awake when she heard the familiar voice at her door.
"Come in," she called with her eyes closed.

He entered and shut the door quietly behind him. He made his way to
the couch with silent footsteps and crouched beside the prone
Weyrwoman. He looked at her for a moment and lightly laid a hand on
her arm. "Hey there."

"Hi," she said with a soft smile as her eyes opened. It took a moment
for her to come back enough to realize where she was and who he was.
Her brows twitched together. "Is Kielya alright?"

He blinked and tilted his head, keeping his voice soft. "She's fine. I
think I saw her outside scrubbing Panitath." He watched her for a
moment. "I'm just wanted to see how you were doing. I heard about it."

Cyradis smiled and reached for his hand. "Thank you," she said.
"Vandor took care of me. I just need to take it easy and rest."

He held her hand lightly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a
light caress. "You never cease to amaze me, Cyradis. You should have
stayed in bed rather than come and talk to me." He kept his voice
light, a half smile on his face. "What were you thinking?"

She smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. "I didn't want you to stab
yourself in the foot with your own sword." She waved her hand as if to
brush aside the topic. "You're going to be a wonderful father," she
said. Then her eyes widened. "You _are_ a wonderful father. Kielya
loves you already." She chuckled "Deralie is quite jealous that Kielya
has _two_ fathers when she only has _one._"

He quirked a brow at her, then slightly inclined his head in silent
thanks. His lip pursed for a moment. "Don't put you or your child in
danger like that, Cy." His thumb stroked over her knuckles again as he
chided her softly. "Nothing is worth that."

She squeezed his hand. "Think you could manage to not yell at me for
like, maybe, two months?"

He gave a rueful smile, surprisingly light and gentle. "It might take
a supreme amount of effort, but I can try."

"Well, I'll try very hard not to push your limits." She matched his smile.

He brushed his fingers lightly along her cheek. "You do that. But it
doesn't mean I won't kick your rump if you push yourself too hard."

She chuckled, "I don't doubt it." Of course She knew K'deren wouldn't
be far behind. He'd been quite firm with her after they stopped the
labor. Even Shadow was watching her almost all the time. "But trust me
I don't think I can get away with lifting a finger in this place.

"Good." D'hol nodded. "You don't need to be doing much of anything but
resting." He frowned at the thought. "Was...was your pregnancy with
Kielya like this?"

"Not this soon," she said. He'd never asked her anything about her
pregnancy with Kielya before. "It was for the last couple of weeks
though."

He looked at her and then spoke softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for
you, Cyradis." Apologies had never been easy for him, but this one was
sincere.

She lifted a hand to his cheek. "Back then I had no clue she was
yours. You probably wouldn't have either. But thank you for the
thought. And I'm sorry I never told you once I realized."

D'hol lightly kissed her palm, the gesture soft and tender. "I
understand why you didn't."

A weight she hadn't realized she'd been carrying seemed to lift from
her shoulders. This was the man she'd known and fallen for so long
ago, She only hoped Jeyme got to see him this way from time to time.
His tenderness was almost achingly sweet compared to the rage monster
he could become at times.

"Thank you," she said simply.

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