It felt so good to be out of the infirmary at last. There were still moments when he was tired, and therefore slow. But considering what he'd been like not long ago, he'd consider his condition vastly improved. He had a room in the crafter's quarters, considering his position as a Journeyman, he was working in the smithy and with the beasts, and while it was a day-by-day situation, he was more than fine with that. It got him out, about, with Corvo again and allowed him to take his mind off of the ache in his chest from not seeing Niomi on a day-to-day basis like he was used to.
Those few glances they were able to exchange, those few words, just didn't feel like enough for him. But he was trying to do right for her, to show her that he wasn't going to keep that strangle hold on her that he'd held for so long. He wasn't his father, and she wasn't his drudge. He was a man that loved her and she... she didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he could tell her. She was so happy, and candidacy suited her.
That's why he couldn't tell her about Emrys. Or at least one of the reasons. Because there were eggs on the sands now. He'd first gotten the shadow kit the day before the clutch had dropped, found in the Weyr Yard apparently abandoned. He'd took hold of it, they'd found a certain kinship in those first few moments, and being the soft-heart that he was underneath, Cat had decided he couldn't leave the poor thing behind. He'd intended to show Niomi the next day, but then the eggs had appeared, and that idea had been dropped, and then a day had gone by when they hadn't seen one another.
And then two.
And now the were on day three.
He glanced inside his shirt, where the little furflit was tucked away and sleeping, content to be where he was, and the man smiled. "You'll get to meet her eventually, I think." He let the shirt fall back, and leaned forward to take another bite of his food, then reached for his klah, thoughts racing through his mind.
He just wasn't sure when he'd be able to make introductions - scratch that, when he'd be willing to - and he didn't think he could so soon after the eggs. It had nothing to do with wanting to keep Emrys from her, and everything to do with the timing of things. He wanted to see her, let her spill her happiness and joy over the eggs first, and then maybe see from there. As it was now, he knew he wouldn't immediately. There were many things he wasn't sure of these days, as he regained his footing and started to find new roles in life. But if there were two things Cat knew for certain, Niomi's happiness and well being would always come before his own.