Erin listened to his words, his grin enough to let her know that he wanted her. Of course, she was also pleased to see that while he wanted things to happen, he was also taking into account her dream of being a rider. Her eyes watched him a moment before she nodded her head at his suggestion, "Okay," she agreed with him before she kissed his cheek.

When he suggested heading back to the weyr, she nodded her head this time. Truth be told, she was getting rather hungry herself, and she wanted to enjoy a nice, hot meal. Naturally, as she dried off and got dressed, she looked to A'dam. "I still don't like it when you have to fight thread," she admitted to him, although she clearly remembered their talk about that. It was something he needed to do as a rider, and while she didn't like it... she was proud of him for defending Pern from the stuff. However, that didn't mean she had to enjoy the idea of him being in danger of being seriously injured... something that was evident by the scars on him.

When things were cleaned up and she was dried off and dressed... she mounted up and once more clung to the back of her friend. Honestly, regardless of their relationship status... she was still terrified of heights and thus she had her face properly burried against his back as she clung tightly to the man.

A'dam glanced over when she brought up her dislike of him flying Thread. "Dragonmen must fly when Threads are in the sky." He quoted at her from one of the old Harper ballads. "But they say Thread will end this Turn. Who knows, maybe we'll get to Ruatha tomorrow and there won't be any Thread at all. But until we're sure..." He trailed off and went back to securing his riding straps where they belonged. Until they were sure Thread was really gone they would still go where they thought Thread would fall. But once it was gone for good...A'dam had his eye on a stretch of land outside one of the recently established Holds east of Benden. It was ideal for a dragonrider and his dragon...and there he wouldn't have to deal with listening to other dragons or worrying about flights and hatchings. He'd be free to do as he pleased.

Once they were ready to leave, however, he pushed his thoughts of the future away and got himself and Erin settled on Dranith's back. With a leap and a a sweep of his wings, the Blue unintentionally erased most signs that anyone had been on the beach that day. The trip back to the weyr was as quick and uneventful as their trip away and he shivered a bit at the cold after the warmth of the Southern Continent. Dranith landed in the bowl and A'dam helped Erin to dismount though refrained from giving her a hug to help calm her, instead just putting a comforting arm around her shoulders, a gesture that wouldn't be out of place for a good friend to make.

Erin had known the response, and she knew he was responsible for helping with thread... as was every able bodied dragonrider. That didn't mean she had to LIKE it. Sure, she was proud to know that her friend... or well... possibly a little more than that... was one of Pern's heroes and risked his life all the time to keep people safe. Regardless, she didn't like the idea that something might happen to him... or Dranith.

Once they landed, she unconsciously leaned into his touch, still shaking a little from the height that they had been at. When it finally stopped, she looked to A'dam and smiled warmly at her friend. "For the record, I know you have to go. But that doesn't mean I have to like it," she informed him, sticking her tongue out at him for a second before grinning and slipping from under his arm. After all, she knew that if they had been some where more private... he'd have hugged her properly until she felt better, but it was really just the knowledge that he was there that helped her calm down.

She knew he would want her to spend some serious time contemplating what she had offered to do for him. She wanted to be a rider, she truly did... but the more practical side of her pointed out how flawed THAT idea was. She was terrified of heights, and she wouldn't have A'dam with her on her own dragon, so she wouldn't have anyone to hide her face and keep her from freaking out when her own dragon took her to such heights. After all, she trusted Dranith not to drop her, but she still got that gut wrenching fear whenever on his back and flying.