"Please be careful up there... I don't know what I would do if you..."
The words echoed around in T'ran's head, somehow managing to warm and chill him simultaneously. It was nice to know she would be thinking off him, that she wished for his safety, but it also was a reminder of just how dangerous Threadfighting was. Yet it was a dragonrider's duty and a reality he chose to accept by becoming a candidate. Impression only put a timer on how long he had left before facing Pern's ancient menace.
Before he could do or say anything though, Daela smiled and insisted on dancing more. For the most part T'ran was perfectly happy to do so and allowed himself to be distracted for some time. Dancing with Daela was a much more pleasant experience to focus on rather than what Thread could do to him and his dragon. However such thoughts lingered beneath the surface, tickling at his consciousness. Her words tickled as well, everything being mulled over while he "led" their dance. The real leader was Daela, giving him little nudges here and there to direct him. As dance partners T'ran was the leading role but the truth was...he was the follower.
At least up until something in him snapped, just a little. The thoughts simmering just beneath the surface finally sorted themselves out and T'ran acted upon what he felt. A plan was executed even as it was still forming. He was still dancing, yet he felt the movements and waited for what he knew had to be coming. And once they reached that point, began to turn...
T'ran turned the wrong way, throwing them both a little off-balance. However he caught them both, steadying himself and holding Daela close so that she wouldn't fall in the stumble. In so doing he turned a botched turn in a dance into a hug, holding her snugly against him.
"Thank you," T'ran murmured softly. "Even for someone like me who tends to be more...go with the flow I guess you could say...Thread is a pretty scary thing to face. If I don't, if dragonriders did not take to the skies in Pern's defense..." He trailed off with a sigh. "I might be scared but I will not back down from what I need to do to protect everyone. That said, strange as it sounds, hearing specifically from someone, knowing their thoughts go with me...it gives me courage. Thank you for that, Daela. And I promise you, as I do my other friends, my family, and my Weyr: I will do everything I can to keep my and my dragon's hide intact." He relaxed his arms then, smiling gently at her. "Thank you," he repeated, the warmth of his gratitude obvious.