Yuelith was perfect. She was sweet and kind and wonderful, and Ry'n was terrified that he was going to ruin her with all of his anxious thoughts. His fellow weyrlings were nice enough, but the few times he'd tried to ease into the subject they hadn't seemed to feel the same. And even if they had, they knew as much as he did and wouldn't be helpful. And the weyrlingmasters...well. They seemed nice, but...well, Camilla had a confidence to her, so even if Ry'n was comfortable with her, he suspected she wouldn't really understand his problem. And K'ora...K'ora intimidated him a little. They didn't think she meant to, but even if she hadn't, she also had a big personality that made them think she wouldn't get his problem either.
So he'd sent a message to his old candidatemasters, Pomegranate and Thalia, asking if he could meet with one or both of them. They were both nice, neither had quite the big personalities that Camilla and K'ora had, and most importantly, both had experience with Ry'n. They'd know what he was like, they'd know that he'd keep worrying about this even if they told him not to. He'd given them a general sense of what he wanted to talk about: He was worried about negatively effecting his new partner and wanted to ask them for advice and possibly techniques to keep her safe.
Before his meeting, he'd made sure Yuelith had eaten. She always got drowsy afterwards, and he usually had to help her stay awake, but today he let her nap. It would be...easiest to talk about this without her there to assure him that he was fine. He needed to hear it from someone who wasn't going to be affected by his constant negative thoughts in the long run, who'd successfully gotten their dragons through weyrlinghood, presumably unscathed.
When he was facing down the door to the weyrlingmasters' office, though, his heart was in his throat. What if they didn't take this seriously? What if they didn't help him? Then I'll have to suck it up and ask Camilla or K'ora, he told himself, savagely shoving away the anxiousness "what ifs" his brain kept circulating. And if they won't help me, I'll go to the healers, or look through the records for something to help. There's always options. With this reassurance, he knocked on the door.