'your highness...dion...' it's rare for the dragoon to ever drop formality, but something's eating at her, and it shows in how she grabs his hand just before he leaves, not quite meeting his gaze. 'i just...want you to know that....should you ever need me, i'm here. i'll follow you, no matter what.' a silent squeeze to his hand as she offers him a smile. 'i've always got your back.'
Give Dion Affection || Always Accepting
How long has it been since he's heard his name? It gives him pause for a moment, long enough for Niah to grab hold of his hand and startle him even further.
But he takes it in stride. Her hand is warm in his cold one, and it beckons him to turn and face her as she addresses him.
"Niah -" he begins, offering her hand a squeeze in kind as affection fills his chest until it's fit to burst. His dragoons, in general, are the light and pride of his life, but the affection that he feels towards Niah in this moment draws him closer to her, until he's close enough to place one hand on each of her shoulders.
"You have my deepest and most sincere gratitude. I have done little to deserve such unwavering loyalty, and I vow to never take such a blessing for granted."
And he means it, from the depths of his heart and beyond. The dragoons are his through and through, and he will do what it takes to protect and value them in kind. He owes them that, and more.