Above all shadows rides the Sun
Content to let the dragon rough up his skin with her sandpaper tongue, Zavien chuckled lightly. "I can agree with that! Beats finding trouble. That seems to be one of my talents." He gave Tal a wide grin, thinking of the times he'd found himself in the middle of a Void infested swamp, a herd of moving skeletons, or the appearance of a certain leader on his mission. He definitely preferred the sweet aroma of smoke and food with present company.
Zavien didn't miss the slight shift of expression, but he didn't comment on it, fully aware of the fact that it would probably bring up sore memories. Tal's cryptic words had him raising his eyebrow though. "At least you can always refuse." However, before he could elaborate or ask questions, he was rummaging through his bag. "I don't have any magical healing items, but I have some first aid. They require that all Dragoons carry them. Just in case." His head was down as he searched for the small pouch of gauze, poultice, and other various items in his cramped bag. While he searched, he didn't look Tal's way, asking, "Why? Are you hurt?"
Zavien didn't miss the slight shift of expression, but he didn't comment on it, fully aware of the fact that it would probably bring up sore memories. Tal's cryptic words had him raising his eyebrow though. "At least you can always refuse." However, before he could elaborate or ask questions, he was rummaging through his bag. "I don't have any magical healing items, but I have some first aid. They require that all Dragoons carry them. Just in case." His head was down as he searched for the small pouch of gauze, poultice, and other various items in his cramped bag. While he searched, he didn't look Tal's way, asking, "Why? Are you hurt?"
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