A'drew glances at her then politely turns his back. "You are late to Wyerling training Neryma... again." He sighs. "Wash up and report downstairs. Theres a mating flight going on so take your time. When you wern't at training I thought maybe something had happened." He started to walk out of the bathing chambers. "I shall be waiting outside. Don't think your not in trouble. Being late is still being late nomatter the situation." He was gruff with her, but only because he needed to be. If wyerlings didn't learn the harshness of life they could get them and their dragons killed. That was never good.