Besides, he'd made a promise to Niomi - he needed to be well enough for when she stood so he could be in the Stands for the next hatching. She'd failed to Impress the first time, and he was convinced it was because he hadn't been there. He wouldn't make that mistake a second time. There would be another hatching soon enough, according to talk, and he knew it was far enough ahead in the future that it would be from the young queen Andromedath. He had time, and if he played his cards right, he could be there. For her. He needed to heal for her.
He couldn't carry large dishes around the dining hall, but he was able to get a bowl at a time, and so long as he didn't move fast, he was perfectly able to get along. There was a healer nearby watching, without making him feel like he was being stifled, and so he felt like he had some level of independence again. Soon enough he had a fresh meal in front of him, the first he'd had since rushing from the North, and he couldn't wait to dig into it. He didn't think he'd eat very much, not with how shit-poor his appetite had been as of late, but he was going to try, and sure enough, it was the best bite of stew he'd had in ages. He looked around him, trying to get some sense of what was taking place about him now that he had the chance to observe, and he really had no idea what to make of things. It was his first chance to get some understanding of the Weyr as a whole, and he was...
He was lost.
There were riders, crafters, handlers, people of all different flavors and walks of life, but he was not used to being surrounded by so many. He was used to being at the Hold, and being surrounded by certain things. But this wasn't bad. It was nice in a way. The music was good, and while different, he seemed comfortable with what was different. These were the things he would have changed at Emerald Valley when he became Holder, but now that was something that would never happen. His jaw set in a line, and for a moment the stew in his mouth became tasteless. A part of him wondered what had happened after he and Niomi had escaped the North, and he figured that one of these days, when he was steadier, and perhaps after he had the marks to support the two of them, protect them both, he would try and find out. But right now? It wasn't safe, and he didn't know when it ever would be.
Shaking his head, he went back to eating, and decided he needed something to try and take his mind off of things. Hopefully soon enough it would come along, but for now, he focused on the music, on the conversations around him, and hopefully, more pleasant thoughts of Niomi that were normally at the forefront of his thoughts.