"...Oh." Hearing Dygra described like that, well... it wasn't exactly reassuring. He wasn't sure if he felt better or worse that Maea didn't seem comfortable with it either, but luckily they didn't need to linger any longer on it. The chance to help her out with her quest was a much easier topic that he was relieved to change to.
Tal snorted at her offer of a trade. "What, like beatin' up someone half my size is gonna make me feel better?" So maybe things weren't 'alright' and perfect between them, but that wasn't exactly unusual for the courier. Most of his friendships went through rocks and storms, misunderstandings and disagreements. It wasn't fun but he was used to weathering them. Sure, shit with Maea was going to be weird for awhile, but he'd meant it when he'd told her that her answer to his quest wasn't going to ruin anything they already had.
Other stuff might. He'd fucked up enough relationships to be honest about that. But not this.
He straightened up into a rough boxing stance, fists raised to protect his face and elbows in to protect his ribs, though if Maea knew Tal well enough by now, she'd know he was more likely to play by pub-brawl rules than anything in a fancy ring. "But I can work on my dancin', sure!"
And he darted forward, sending a feint towards her nose before following it up with a true jab towards her left side.
Tal snorted at her offer of a trade. "What, like beatin' up someone half my size is gonna make me feel better?" So maybe things weren't 'alright' and perfect between them, but that wasn't exactly unusual for the courier. Most of his friendships went through rocks and storms, misunderstandings and disagreements. It wasn't fun but he was used to weathering them. Sure, shit with Maea was going to be weird for awhile, but he'd meant it when he'd told her that her answer to his quest wasn't going to ruin anything they already had.
Other stuff might. He'd fucked up enough relationships to be honest about that. But not this.
He straightened up into a rough boxing stance, fists raised to protect his face and elbows in to protect his ribs, though if Maea knew Tal well enough by now, she'd know he was more likely to play by pub-brawl rules than anything in a fancy ring. "But I can work on my dancin', sure!"
And he darted forward, sending a feint towards her nose before following it up with a true jab towards her left side.
