They — you — ugh!

❰ this is a debate adalia will not be winning, she can tell. really, she doesn't know why she's arguing at all — it's not as though having friends is a bad thing — except that the idea of someone being fond of her makes her weirdly emotional in a way she'd really rather not examine. she huffs, annoyed —

and then laughs as charis grabs at her hand, utterly distarcted for the moment. he's rather well-coordinated for a creature less than twelve hours old, and he displays that coordination now by grabbing at her hand with his own taloned digits, flapping his still-drying wings to try to balance in her arms. adalia allows him to take her hand, watching him with an indulgent smile, and charis just coos, holding her hand close as he curls up in the crook of her arm. ❱

See, ❰ she whispers as charis blinks slowly at elros, eyes tired but wary, ❱ he's just a little thing. He wouldn't know how to be scary if he tried.

❰ when she looks up at elros again, her expression is fierce, determined. ❱

We'll show you. He's not evil, and I'm not wrong.