No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
Actually, shifting into a bird or something else wriggly and small would be a brilliant strategy for escape - but Koa is too used to relying on his body alone to remember to teach Lena to utilize those gifts. Most of the Dragoons he trains with lack any sort of magic or shapeshifting skill. He'll have to remind himself later to focus on those, rather than create blanket lessons like this.
But anyway. Lena, with some protest, drops, becoming a dead weight in Koa's arms. Immediately the young man sags in response, his balance upset as he has to take on her mass as well as his own. "See, that's way harder on me," he points out encouragingly, though his teeth grit as she slips down, further out of his grasp. "Now I have to work to hold you up and hold onto you, so it'll be way, way easier for you to strike back or slip away." He waits for her to do one of those things, assuming it'll be the latter.
But anyway. Lena, with some protest, drops, becoming a dead weight in Koa's arms. Immediately the young man sags in response, his balance upset as he has to take on her mass as well as his own. "See, that's way harder on me," he points out encouragingly, though his teeth grit as she slips down, further out of his grasp. "Now I have to work to hold you up and hold onto you, so it'll be way, way easier for you to strike back or slip away." He waits for her to do one of those things, assuming it'll be the latter.
Koa
