There wasn't time to process Evie's declaration in the moment, much less respond to it. There was only dodging, stabbing--
And, eventually, panting and staring down at the crumpled Queen while adrenaline continued to surge even though it had nowhere to go at the moment. Tal swallowed hard and then stepped cautiously towards the body, knife at the ready, but when he nudged her with his boot and she didn't try to bite it off he finally heaved a shuddering sigh and looked up at Evie with...
Was that respect reluctantly dawning in his eyes?
"Yeah, well... guess y'did okay," he admitted gruffly. "Thanks for not shootin' me with th'cannon or anythin'." He lightly kicked the Banshee Queen again as he was scuffing his foot through the snow and a jar rolled loose. He bent to pick it up, hefting it thoughtfully before slipping it into his Bag of Holding and heading over to Evie. There were dragons to deal with, but first...
"Need any help bandagin' up?" The question was accompanied by a scowl of discomfort, but the offer was, at least, sincere.
Tal snags the Fe-Fiada Jar!
And, eventually, panting and staring down at the crumpled Queen while adrenaline continued to surge even though it had nowhere to go at the moment. Tal swallowed hard and then stepped cautiously towards the body, knife at the ready, but when he nudged her with his boot and she didn't try to bite it off he finally heaved a shuddering sigh and looked up at Evie with...
Was that respect reluctantly dawning in his eyes?
"Yeah, well... guess y'did okay," he admitted gruffly. "Thanks for not shootin' me with th'cannon or anythin'." He lightly kicked the Banshee Queen again as he was scuffing his foot through the snow and a jar rolled loose. He bent to pick it up, hefting it thoughtfully before slipping it into his Bag of Holding and heading over to Evie. There were dragons to deal with, but first...
"Need any help bandagin' up?" The question was accompanied by a scowl of discomfort, but the offer was, at least, sincere.
Tal snags the Fe-Fiada Jar!
