Somehow Zenith was managing to feel incredibly smug, even while they were both asleep. Aranrod was waking up slowly, though, even as she felt her dragon's overpowering self-satisfaction. She was also beginning to feel an odd soreness - the kind that came from overuse, not injury. That was a kind of sensation she had become quite accustomed to as a weyrling . . .
Aranrod came fully awake almost instantly, sitting up and opening her eyes, and already feeling a bit of flush coming to her cheeks. Zenith had risen, and Aranrod had basically thrown herself at the man whose dragon caught her. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about by Weyr standards, but she had rather hoped she would be one of those who struggled to remember details after her first Flight.
Aranrod remembered everything.
She pulled her knees in to her chest, moving to bury her face in her knees, at least partially to hide her blush. She was suppressing a giggle at the moment, and feeling silly - she didn't usually sleep bare, as she tended to have lizards in the bed, and their tiny claws could cause painful scratches on bare skin.
Of course, human fingernails could too.
She didn't want to look to see if A'ric was awake yet. Was there something she was supposed to do now? She guessed he would be inclined to wait to leave until at least one of their dragons woke up?
She pulled her knees down away from her chest. Her lizards were not on the bed at the moment - the previous events had been reason enough for them to make themselves scarce, even Danu who tended to steal pillows. They were sleeping in a big pile on the chair, though, and she thought there was clothing under them. Hers? His? She didn't really know.