LOCKE
It's now that he notices the limp and her hands but he doesn't comment right away. He'll ask in a moment. "I suppose we can. Should talk about that anyway." Had he not been complaining about how vanilla their sex had been? His voice trails off as Aidon sniffs his hand. "He is pretty little, even for a dragon." Not that the only truly big dragon he's seen as been Jata but it's fine.
Locke stands there for a minute, looking at the pair. Aidon suits her, he thinks. And maybe he'll be grown by the time all of this goes to hell. Something to protect her or something. He offers chin scritches to the little dragon before stepping back. "Do you need help walking? You're limping.. Could carry you, if you want." He's pretty sure he can pick her up. Why hasn't he tried before?
Locke stands there for a minute, looking at the pair. Aidon suits her, he thinks. And maybe he'll be grown by the time all of this goes to hell. Something to protect her or something. He offers chin scritches to the little dragon before stepping back. "Do you need help walking? You're limping.. Could carry you, if you want." He's pretty sure he can pick her up. Why hasn't he tried before?
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
