Is he amiable?

“We’re trying to help,” Sloane argues, her cheeks flushing a second before her narrowed gaze drops away from Dain. “You can help by staying alive,” Dain counters,

Hello????

“You really going to mourn the loss of another Mairi?” Sloane fires back at Dain. “His death will always be on my head. Yours will not.” Dain’s tone sharpens. “I don’t coddle first-years anymore, so train. Your. Signet.” “Asshole,” she whispers, and the flush in her cheeks deepens. I lift my brows at the look she shoots him, mostly because I can’t tell if she wants to stab him in his seat or—

Dain really understanding the Xaden aesthetic rn

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Xaden calls up at Dain as he dismounts, but my focus firmly locks over Brennan’s shoulder. “Following her ass,” Dain replies, then winces at the crunch of bone coming from behind the wall of shadows Xaden holds in place with both hands. “She’s under my command, and Cath alerted me the second they crossed the wards against orders.” He aims that last part in Sloane’s direction.

Following the other into battle because they are reckless and going to get themself killed??? Hello???

“One hand on my wrist,” Dain says gently, like he’s talking to a skittish horse. She stares at the gray handprint that scars his forearm. “I don’t want to do that. Become that.” “You won’t.” He lifts his brows. “You can hate me later, but trust me now or she dies.” Sloane wraps her fingers around Dain’s wrist. Her eyes flare, and she swallows. “Someone like you shouldn’t have this much power.”

Calming the other when using their signet???? Hello???

“Eyes here,” Dain says, and Sloane looks his way. “Pull from the excess you feel in me, and push to the deficit in him. You’re not a weapon of destruction. You’re not venin. You’re the artery power chooses to flow through. You’re life.” Her brow knits, and Dain flinches. “I’m going to hurt you.” “Gods, don’t I know it.” He nods. “But you’re not going to kill me, no matter how badly you want to. Now do it.”

Hello????

Dain rises to stand and offers his hand to Sloane. “Fuck off, Aetos.” She rocks forward and up to her feet. He pauses like he’s counting to three. “Get back across the wards, Mairi, and stay there.” She turns on her heel and stalks toward Thoirt, lifting a middle finger. Bodhi snorts. “Fucking first-years,” Dain mutters as she mounts. “Riorson, I’ll meet you down there.” He heads toward Cath’s foreleg.