"Gold goes well with your complexion." Something that might not matter now, but that he hoped would matter to her again in the future. "And healing is always welcome." A quietly fervent agreement as he watched her play with the new accessory. Though there was not always the opportunity to do so when facing a large and dangerous foe, knowing that Flora could heal herself in the future took a weight off of his broad shoulders. "As is protection. I will rest easier once the key is in your hands."
He looked from his queen to their stargate as she asked her question, and then back with a tilt of his head, watching her play with the tress in her fingers. "You have done enough bleeding lately." The statement was firm, his voice dry. "Fae ring aside. What about a lock of your hair?" He reached down into the water, running his fingers over his hip until they caught on a rough patch of scale, damaged by a sharp splinter of coral in the Razortooth Basin. Expressionless, he dug a nail under it and pulled the dark scale loose before lifting it to show Flora what he held. Thankfully the passage out of the canal had rinsed most of the blood from it. "I am giving it this. It is why I did not wear pants today," he informed her, blandly serene.
He looked from his queen to their stargate as she asked her question, and then back with a tilt of his head, watching her play with the tress in her fingers. "You have done enough bleeding lately." The statement was firm, his voice dry. "Fae ring aside. What about a lock of your hair?" He reached down into the water, running his fingers over his hip until they caught on a rough patch of scale, damaged by a sharp splinter of coral in the Razortooth Basin. Expressionless, he dug a nail under it and pulled the dark scale loose before lifting it to show Flora what he held. Thankfully the passage out of the canal had rinsed most of the blood from it. "I am giving it this. It is why I did not wear pants today," he informed her, blandly serene.
