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The structure of Weyr life was comforting in a way that Lihyo hadn't exactly been able to place. Partially because she'd not thought about it harder than that besides the occasional too-pushy-person, her life was fairly convenient now. She did chores that weren't anything close to being awful, she ate meals that were decent, and when someone with a smidgen of authority told her to jump she asked how high. It was the kind of simplicity that left one a lot of room to simply mind their present thoughts and let them go where they wanted without worry.

Lihyo's were incapable of venturing much of anywhere.

They circled the mending she was assisting with like scavengers, begging for release from her focus which nagged like the frayed edges of the perfectly salvageable garment she was at work on. It wasn't a complicated task, but she stared at it like if she looked away she'd lose both of her hands. Even though it was but a robe that had met an too eager baby dragon and now needed to be ready for the next candidate that would come along and wear it.

The arrival of the firelizard went unnoted by Lihyo, who had been nearly mending a rip in a robe that anybody else would have taken a minute to hold up and marvel over first. She did, however, glance up briefly when Vennek sat down, her attention lingering ling enough to indicate she was listening. Then she looked down at the garment.

"Some people die in those few hours. I'd take torn over bloody," Lihyo stated with an almost clinical monotony. Not that there weren't some of these robes that still had brown stains on them that indicated they had been bloody - which she didn't note at all. It was simply a fact of living at the Weyr.