F'lar walked into his and Lessa's weyr. He inclined his head to Ramoth, who opened one multi-lidded eye, tilted her own wedge-shaped head, and went back to sleep. "Mnementh will be here soon," he told the majestic golden queen. Ramoth blinked again to indicate she'd heard. Although Ramoth was a nice companion, it was her rider F'lar was looking for. She was asleep in their bed, a look of peaceful contentment on her features. Her brow was uncreased in sleep, as it was at no other time. He changed out of his heavy wher-hide flying gear and slipped into bed. He faced her front, pausing a moment to study her. With unusual tenderness, he leant to kiss her lips, every bit of love he felt for her showing on his face. Lessa smiled in her sleep, a slight upward quirk to her mouth. She unconsciously moved closer, and pressed herself into his chest. F'lar was startled, but recovered, sliding an arm around the sleeping woman he loved so much. The Benden Weyrleader fell asleep with his weyrmate in his arms.