It was rough, Dirce wasn't going to lie. Being a new weyrling was getting easier, but there was nothing about it that hadn't been difficult up to this point. It wasn't the physical exercise aspects that bothered her, and she loved Sandalphonth with her entire being. It had to do with the headaches, the aches, the illness that seemed to plague her. Though now that she thought about it, after a little more than a month of being bonded, things weren't nearly as bad. She wasn't waking up sick nearly as much, though the headaches still lingered often enough that she still wondered if it was a normal after affect of bonding suddenly. Last night, it had been so bad that she hadn't been able to eat, which is why, she suspected, she'd woken up in the middle of the night to the worst hunger pangs she'd felt since the day of her Impression to the zulanite beauty.
She slipped from bed and dressed, figuring it was close enough to morning to get ready, and even if it wasn't, she might as well get herself dressed to slip form the barracks. She wasn't supposed to be out anyway, so this was going to be an act of bravery on her part, tip-toeing out. But if she didn't get something to eat, she knew it would rouse her dragon, and she didn't want to risk waking her. She had been chewing on everything as of late, and the last thing Dirce wanted was to leave her alone in the room while she slipped away to fetch food and drink, even for a few moments.
She almost snorted, because she could just hear her darling in her head - I do not chew on things. - but she held it in, because as she felt for the zultanite, she knew she was heavily sleeping but that could easily change in a heartbeat. Glancing in her direction, she saw her still tightly curled up in a ball and smiled fondly. Even with all the ick that had been attached to the bonding, and the surprised behind it all, she wouldn't trade her in for the world. She loved her, and she knew Sandalphonth adored her in return. They would make one heck of a team someday... no, they already did. It was just taking time still, and Dirce hoped it wouldn't take too much longer, because she didn't want her entire weyrlinghood to be filled with the heaviness of illness.
After reaching the dining hall, she wondered what she'd want, but really, everything sounded good, especially considering how hungry she felt. She continued to check in on her dragon as she searched the tables for something particularly wanting, but again, it all looked and smelled tasty. After a while, she selected some stew, a bit of bread, and maybe one or two of everything that she could place on a tray, not realizing she would be eating like a dragon herself, and not even caring when she finally set down her things and noticed it. A drink or two later - she wasn't going to chance klah, for some reason it was only making her head hurt more as of late - she returned to her table and looked around.
All that was around right now were riders on late night duties, a few crafters, others in her situation but older, and the handlers. She wasn't sure if anyone would approach her, but she wouldn't be against it. So long as she didn't get in trouble in the process - hopefully, if she was reported, the Weyrlingstaff would understand. And maybe it would finally be time to explain the headaches and illness to them, too.