He cleared a spot off on the couch in the corner, then finished himself off with a cup of wine and lowered the glows. A check on the dish by the fireplace told him it was hard, but not ready, and a final check with Vigil told him the blue wasn't upset, just disappointed. He crooned, nuzzled up to his old friend, and together they decided they could still care for one another of course. The firelizard forgave, and went back to his quiet watch over his little charge, making sure it remained warm and safe in the dish, while Aka and Burlap curled up on their friend while he settled on the sofa with a couple of hides to read.
Probably not. He set the hides aside and placed his hands on the hybrids, already a sleep on him. Their rhythm of breathing was starting to make him feel even more asleep than he already felt. Wake me if you sense someone coming to the office, will you? With everything going on, he didn't want someone to think he was ignoring them. He was Weyrleader first to his Weyr, rider second to his Weyr, father to his family third, then man fourth to all else. That was just the way things went when it came to L'van and how he operated.
But though he promised his rider, in those final moments of twilight rest, that he would wake him, he never said who he would wake him for... Instead, he himself curled up and closed his eyes, deciding a nap was rather nice sounding at the moment. He would wake up for L'van, certainly, but if Soquilith called first, then he would be at her beck and call.