Tal grinned under Lena's congratulations, straightening up a little under her regard as they worked to settle Sol into his new home. "I dunno how y'keep up with all th'critters," he admitted admiringly of her own job. If it was him in charge he was pretty sure he would have been eaten by one of the recovering patients by now! But his own big mouth slipped the conversation sideways and he paused in sorting the toys to rub the back of his neck at her next answer. He glanced up at her from under his dark brows, taking a deep breath and giving her a nod of solidarity. "That had t'take a lot o'courage, too," he said, an awkward but sincere mumble of support when he was reminded that they didn't know how much was safe to say out loud.
But it couldn't have been easy, standing up to the Reaper like that. He didn't envy anyone on the Stormbreak Council that decision. Being caught between a rock and a violet hard place...
The relief in the courier's face was palpable at the lightening of the mood when the dragons started their game, Boreal pleased as punch to romp gently with the littlest companion. Mittens wouldn't have to wait long to be invited into the game with a bounce from the pale dragon and a brief flap that had Tal scolding her about using her inside-wings. Then Zavien called them over to the table and the courier didn't hesitate to dive in for a scoop of popcorn and some fruit, his ears and the back of his neck turning decidedly pink under the barrage of gratitude and compliments. "Aw, hail Zavien, we're just glad t'help out," Tal assured him, grinning back at the playful critterss and toasting both of the humans with his apple. "T'good friends an' great companions!"
But it couldn't have been easy, standing up to the Reaper like that. He didn't envy anyone on the Stormbreak Council that decision. Being caught between a rock and a violet hard place...
The relief in the courier's face was palpable at the lightening of the mood when the dragons started their game, Boreal pleased as punch to romp gently with the littlest companion. Mittens wouldn't have to wait long to be invited into the game with a bounce from the pale dragon and a brief flap that had Tal scolding her about using her inside-wings. Then Zavien called them over to the table and the courier didn't hesitate to dive in for a scoop of popcorn and some fruit, his ears and the back of his neck turning decidedly pink under the barrage of gratitude and compliments. "Aw, hail Zavien, we're just glad t'help out," Tal assured him, grinning back at the playful critterss and toasting both of the humans with his apple. "T'good friends an' great companions!"
