Offering a nibble of her breakfast to a sleepy Skatha as the green lounged on the table, Amaata looked around as though expecting to be joined by someone. Or someones. She didn't really know who, but she was starting to think that she wasn't going to find much alone time out in public places. So far High Reaches seemed ... friendly.
Not that being friendly was a bad thing! Amaata had fallen into a rut of loneliness at Igen Weyr. Here, she didn't think that those around her were going to allow that.
As Skatha started to stir a bit more, Amaata sipped her klah and offered more of her breakfast to the wee beastie. She was eating, she was eating, but she didn't have the biggest breakfast appetite and she didn't like going into drills overly full. Kuroth was awake and sunning himself on their weyr ledge, waiting for time to start their drills.
A shadow passed over her breakfast, and Skatha hissed in suspicious anger. "Oh. Good morning," she said shyly.