Aurelia
The guard is dropped, at least somewhat. The plating of armor remains on his neck and shoulders, unmoved by her words, but perhaps there is nothing that can help that. But he moves toward her and offers out his arm. The pulse of his regret is felt and it softens her heart.
Before she can try to be human about everything, the red panda's instinct to climb something just so tall overcomes that. Before she knows it, she's weaving up his arm. Her forepaws press their strength around his shoulder and she perches there, nestling in against the space between his chest and shoulder. Her ears lean back and her eyes squeeze shut into the material of his shirt.
Aurelia's soothed worry is a steady stream across the bond. She's not used to controlling that herself, now that he'd be able to actually feel it. But waiting for his return had been nerve-wracking, she'd felt lost and as though she were useless without him here to tell her what should be done, what needed to be done. Now that he's here, now that he knows it's her, she feels a lot more comforted than she thought she would.
I'm... a panda, she clarifies, tilting her head to glance up at him, some special type of it, I guess. A red panda. Wasn't really what I was expecting buuut, it's grown on me, faint amusement bubbles up from her side, though it's soon clouded by the haunting notion of: The shift helped me get out...
There's a bleak pause after that, where she stirs with unease at the memory of almost dying. Suddenly, she clambers away, hopping from his arm and onto a nearby surface. It's only singed, really, so she turns around to face him again and sits down on her haunches.
What happened to you? Where did you go? You smell, Her muzzle wrinkles a bit in emphasis, and she can't quite help the honesty. Getting used to the strong senses of an animal takes time. She also can't help her curiosity, a mixture of her own and the panda's.
For now, the Slagveld shitstorm could wait a moment. She has a feeling he knows all about it, anyway... if her guess is right, and he's already talked to Jack, Nate.
Before she can try to be human about everything, the red panda's instinct to climb something just so tall overcomes that. Before she knows it, she's weaving up his arm. Her forepaws press their strength around his shoulder and she perches there, nestling in against the space between his chest and shoulder. Her ears lean back and her eyes squeeze shut into the material of his shirt.
Aurelia's soothed worry is a steady stream across the bond. She's not used to controlling that herself, now that he'd be able to actually feel it. But waiting for his return had been nerve-wracking, she'd felt lost and as though she were useless without him here to tell her what should be done, what needed to be done. Now that he's here, now that he knows it's her, she feels a lot more comforted than she thought she would.
I'm... a panda, she clarifies, tilting her head to glance up at him, some special type of it, I guess. A red panda. Wasn't really what I was expecting buuut, it's grown on me, faint amusement bubbles up from her side, though it's soon clouded by the haunting notion of: The shift helped me get out...
There's a bleak pause after that, where she stirs with unease at the memory of almost dying. Suddenly, she clambers away, hopping from his arm and onto a nearby surface. It's only singed, really, so she turns around to face him again and sits down on her haunches.
What happened to you? Where did you go? You smell, Her muzzle wrinkles a bit in emphasis, and she can't quite help the honesty. Getting used to the strong senses of an animal takes time. She also can't help her curiosity, a mixture of her own and the panda's.
For now, the Slagveld shitstorm could wait a moment. She has a feeling he knows all about it, anyway... if her guess is right, and he's already talked to Jack, Nate.
'Cause you brought out the best of me
