<div align="center">Pitar: Walking down to the bottom of the Weyr with K'lar</div><br/>By the time he reaches the Weyrwoman, following the mute drudge,  he's managed to get himself back calm, and even offers her a soft smile.  "Hello, Weyrwoman",  with a deep nod, almost a bow.  He blinks as she moves past him, it takes him a long few moments before he turns to hurry after her.   His own footsteps are silent in his soft slippers, and he finds his gaze drifting down to watch her boots as she leads him down.  He murmurs in response to her words about his room. "I'm sure it'll be just fine, Weyrwoman..."<br/><br/>When she asks the question about the bathing room, his cheeks flush,  eyes snapping up for a moment to look at her face, before he turns his attention to the wall to the side. "Oh, umm, I just thought, umm......you'd have more important things to do,  Weyrwoman?"   He forces a few slow breaths, moistening his lips, then steals another glance over at her, managing a hesitant smile.<br/>