P'rru comes up the stairs.

Khena is sitting curled up in a chair with a small notebook in her lap, though she's neither reading nor writing, just staring into the air in front of her. Sitting still as a statue, the only thing moving is the pencil between her fingers, being tapped on the armrest of the chair. Fyria hugs Khena! Khena grins broadly and pinches you in the.... (you fill in the rest!) P'rru comes from the stairs, actually rocking a blue firelizard in the crook of his arm. Unusual at least. But the brownrider pauses at the base of the stairs as soon as he sees who's sitting in his hideaway. Now if he can only turn around and sneak off without her noticing...

A slight sound of a bootheel on stonefloor has Khena look up, seeing P'rru standing there with a firelizard in his arms. "P'rru," she mutters, her eyes trying to avoid looking straight at the older brownrider. Gripping the pencil a little tighter, her knuckles turn while and she looks down at the floor. "How... How's Lark?" Swallowing a lump in her throat, she looks up at him again. "It was an accident! The dragons just took off after that green, while Khor was still there. It shoulda never happened," she says, shooting out of the chair, while rambling. "you know what it's like...?"

P'rru closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, as if trying to stop himself from wigging right out. "I don't think my daughter's health is anything you should be asking about.." he says quietly, keeping his distance by remaining at the stairs. "And I understand accidents, Khena, I do. But still there is something called self-restraint, not from you I mean. But Kh'ryn. Zylpheth didn't catch. And he also allows his dragon to broadcast his priavte doings throughout the weyr. ..humiliating others is not something I find acceptable" sniff. He'll leave it at that.

Khena stares at the other, her jaw moving as if she's about to say something, but no words are spoken out loud. Slowly backing off, she bumps into the chair and practically falls into her, a look of disbelief written on her face. "I.. I don't know what to say, P'rru.. But Lark is my /friend/. Don't you think I feel terrible about what happened?!" And not just because she'd been with Kh'ryn, mind you.

P'rru pushes the blue firelizard into his inner jacket pocket. It fits. It stays. Wow. "Aye, I know you feel terrible." he states gruffly. He doesn't have to add 'and i'm glad' because Khena isn't an idiot. She can probably read between the lines. "I don't know if this needs to be aired, but I'd really prefer if you not run into Skylark for awhile. She's quite..fragile, and I'd rather not have her upset any more by this.." Ok, he's running on instinct now. Protect the bloodline.

Khena runs her hands through her hair, bending her head to avoid looking at P'rru at that particular moment. "I'll try," she mutters, folding her arms around her body, hugging herself, her eyes turning wet, though - being who she is - she doesn't allow any tears to flow. "I feel like I lost all my friends... " she whispers, her voice betraying the emotions, she's trying to hide. Sadness, fear, doubt.

P'rru clears his throat, but he doesn't go to comfort the brownrider "I'm sure you haven't at all. It'll just take awhile for things to mend, but they inevitably do." Skylark is good at that- bouncing back. But for now, well, everyone will have to suffer. "You both need to realise that since Skylark isn't a rider, it's much harder for her to understand." Meaning- he understands. But he won't volunteer that information. The brownrider peers down the stairs, as if contemplating an escape.

Khena lifts a shoulder in a non-commital shrug, not really believing the older brownrider, her face changing from the wounded expression to a more stubborn one. "You know perfectly well that it couldn't be prevented, P'rru," she suddenly says, getting out of the chair again, her mood having swung from one extremity to another. "So does Lark, I'm sure!" Realizing that she's still holding a pencil between her fingers, she tosses it, then throws up her hands, turning her back to the older brownrider. "I'll stay away from her, don't worry," she continues, voice dripping with spite.

P'rru snaps the buttons of his jacket together, ire rising as Khena's does. "Don't speak to me like I'm some idiot, child. I think perhaps you should also stay away from me- but wait, now I remember, you don't ever visit my weyr anyway, since you can't seem to stand my weyrmate either" There, old history, might as well dredge it up now. "I guess that means you'd willingly shun our baby aswell when he arrives in a few months..." he snaps and then groans to himself. That was lame and low.

Turning swiftly on a heel to stare at P'rru with a look of pure wrath in her eyes, Khena takes a step toward the brownrider. "That has /nothing/ to do with what happened!" she almost shouts, suddenly stopping midstep, still staring at the other. "Baby..." Now there was something she hadn't considered about her encounter with Kh'ryn. "Baby," she repeats, swaying slightly as a moment of dizzyness comes over her.

P'rru doesn't get it. "Khena, just leave me right alone..." he snaps and stamps up the stairs, feet clunking loudly.

Khena doesn't hear P'rru, her mind reeling from another thing having entered it. Baby... Folding her legs underneath her, she slumps to the floor, sitting there, while her mind tries to grasp what had just been introduced to it.

P'rru wanders out through the little door all but hidden off to the side.