He held his arms up to continue guarding his head until he was certain that the birds were leaving - that his surrender had been heard above their raucous calls. The weight lifted from his shoulders, his head, his arms in a rush of feathers and the stink of dead fish from their earlier meals and only after three full breaths free of their beating wings did he lift his head, allowing his defensive stance to relax once more.
He took a moment to brush off feathers and neaten his hair as best he could before he finally returned his gaze to the Luminary. The weight of her own eyes upon him had been palpable but he did not rush his ministrations. And once he looked her over once more - noting the injuries left in the wake of his power - he inclined his head in acceptance of her compliment as much as in apology for the wounds inflicted. "Thank you. May I heal us?" There were questions in her eyes but the reading of minds was not among his powers. He could not answer what was not asked, and so he contented himself with a query of his own, quietly rumbled across the breaking of the nearby surf.
He took a moment to brush off feathers and neaten his hair as best he could before he finally returned his gaze to the Luminary. The weight of her own eyes upon him had been palpable but he did not rush his ministrations. And once he looked her over once more - noting the injuries left in the wake of his power - he inclined his head in acceptance of her compliment as much as in apology for the wounds inflicted. "Thank you. May I heal us?" There were questions in her eyes but the reading of minds was not among his powers. He could not answer what was not asked, and so he contented himself with a query of his own, quietly rumbled across the breaking of the nearby surf.
