"Just stay out of my way."
Though they'd worked well enough together, it was something he almost regretted saying to Taelana the moment he realized she was who he'd be working with after receiving the instructions from the Wherlingmaster. It wasn't that he didn't want to see her - that wasn't the problem at all. It was the fact that he couldn't stop the way his heart beat in his chest whenever she was around, or that he couldn't seem to make things up to her which was completely understandable. She'd been through an awful lot, some of it at his own hands, but even so, he had done his best to protect her. He had saved her life.
Maybe it was something he would never understand, and maybe it was time he moved on from the Weyr. After all, he didn't know whether or not his brother's group would follow him South. If they did, she would be in danger, and he couldn't stomach the thought of that happening. But if he left now, she would be in the open, without proper defense. Granted, there was an entire Weyr around her, filled with dragons and whers and people that could likely keep her safe. She was just his to keep safe. His to see protected.
They were just outside of the territory gathering herbs and fishing for the Weyr, which he'd found odd at first but hadn't questioned. They'd accepted their detail and readied themselves to leave, taking two runners rather than one because neither seemed eager to share something that would bring them into such close contact with one another. It might be an overnight trip, something the notice had spoken of, something they had both prepared for and would be set for regardless - they had lived that life before and would know what to do.
After they'd found where they needed to go - really just outside of the territory, but close enough that they wouldn't be out of bounds for being where they were - they stopped and set up a camp before grabbing glow baskets and setting out to gather herbs. The plan was to do that for a few hours, take care of the fishing, prepare it for travel home, then depending on the time of day, either head back to the Weyr or catch an hour or two of sleep.
He glanced at his basket and saw that it could be emptied, but wasn't sure how hers was doing. He wasn't sure if he wanted to speak, but Astral's soft growl on his shoulder told him he was going to have to. The blue was tired of "speaking" for him. The man, rolling his eyes, lifted his chin towards Taelana and sighed. "Do you need more glows? Your basket emptied? Water?"