"If you were jumping from roof top to roof top when you lost your footing and fell, I doubt I would be much a challenge for you on the ground."
"Oy oy oy, it was just the one time,"
Sig'ryn chuckled back in interruption, only to cease the sound when it caused the joints to ache from the reverberations. As a prideful creature, the pewterrider hoped Lerina had not heard the slightest croaking groan or the hiss made under her breath.
"I'm far from a fast runner and definitely not any competition from somebody who ran messages. Those folks are fast and surefooted even in Igen. That said I wouldn't mind the company if you don't mind running at a much slower pace than you're used to."
"Fur ye? A can do that,"
agreed the weyrling. Just the idea of running with Lerina, and despite the current pains, was enough to make the pewterrider grin, for the thought of enjoying Lerina's company after the pain passed was certainly an appealing on. "Besides, A doubt Ah'll be runnin' too fast for a wee while. Pretty sure the healers woold give be a right wallop if A tried."
Once Sig'ryn healed, however, she had every intention of playfully running circles with Lerina.
From behind them, Kalumith lumbered behind them, ready to extend a nose out to his rider, but for now, he did not seem all too concerned aside from the bouts of pain that plagued Sig'ryn.
I'm sorry to hear you had trouble with bandits...and had to face them like you did. I hope your family's safe, I worried so much about my own since I left Igen but my most immediate did move here prior to the Earthquakes that brought so many other Igenites here."
Dark eyes looked to the woman who supported her, surprised by her response, though Sig'ryn supposed it was rather sympathetic and kind of her to care. "A... havena seen them. Dinna want tae get much intae it though, fur a dinna like the idea o' gettin' ye upset o'er it. A accepted it, moved on. Sometimes it's the best we can do."
Did Sig'ryn miss them? Bloody yes she did. She missed the laughter over a dram of whisky while each and every one boosted about their day, the bickering and hollering, the joy, the haggis. She missed home. Yet for all the hole of their absence plagued her, Sig'ryn also accepted there was little she could do about it, for one could do nothing to remedy the conditions of the dead.
"How aboot yet tell me a story aboot yeself while we walk?"
Sig'ryn suggested. "Somethin' merry. A happy memory that makes ye laugh when ye look back. Dinna has tae be embarrassin', though A wooldna say nay tae that if ye'd prefer."
It felt better to think of lighter things to best get to know Lerina.