I can do this all day.
Unknowing that he might have been scorched on the spot, he kept his eyes averted from Maea, only hearing the sizzle of steam. Sol gave a small, protective growl, putting himself between his companion and any flames that might lick his way when he sensed the anger permeating from the woman. He may be a small, pudgy gold dragon, but he was determined not to lose his Dragoon a second time. Not on his watch. Zavien was less concerned about his own safety, and more about the strained emotion in her voice. "I - uh - sorry. I didn't mean to intrude." Because that was certainly what it felt like he'd done. Should he leave? Just let her continue wallowing in... whatever that was?
The idea rubbed raw against the ideals reforming past the fear of his resurrection. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, still refusing to look at her for fear of offending, angering, or embarrassing the woman. His voice was soft but tinged with worry as he said, "It just - looked like you might need help..." And gods knew he couldn't refuse someone in need of assistance.
The idea rubbed raw against the ideals reforming past the fear of his resurrection. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, still refusing to look at her for fear of offending, angering, or embarrassing the woman. His voice was soft but tinged with worry as he said, "It just - looked like you might need help..." And gods knew he couldn't refuse someone in need of assistance.
Zavien
