With the spiders quickly taken care of, the grey dragon sidled up next to the other two. He gave them each a look of pride, his chest puffing some as he folded his wings against his long body. But as the dragoon spoke, Samael blinked, looking from Koa to the buckets, then back down on to himself. Without arms, he wasn't sure how he could accomplish such a task. Images flashed in Anna's mind as Samael's head cocked in a more canine-like fashion than draconian. The woman chuckled and sent back another image to her bonded. He hissed slightly, accepting this image as the right answer, and quickly grabbed a thickly bristled brush with both of his feet. He used his wings to balance and glide him across the floor, leaving soapy paths in his wake.
As Anna worked and the furniture removal made the room open up in a brilliant way, she also noticed how dirty it was. There was a perfect outline of each piece she had removed, evidence that nothing had been touched in this room for years. She frowned, but continued to work. She kept her head low and her thoughts focused, even as she helped her companion problem solve. Thankfully, Koa had already gathered the needed supplies and all Anna had to do was apply the elbow grease.
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Samael and Anna clean!
Let Valor our hearts sing.
Let all who seek protection
Find it 'neath the Dragoon's Wing.
