#fa1lmage

For now she sat. Silent despite the edges of sleep creeping in as the wizard worked his hands through her hair. She would not sleep. She would not be vulnerable in such a way near a wizard let alone man who had not earned her respect. Because of this she was notably tense and overly ridged, practically a statue.

He was swaying. That was the first thing that would be apparent; breathing hard, feet clearly unstable, blood trickling out of the bottom of his clothes. Robes; clearly more comfortable than meant to be protective. "It seems that some people don't know that I am no longer a Bhaalspawn." Caedes said, voice immensely hollow. "It's good to see you." he took a step forward and immediately buckled.

‘I, truthfully, am astonished by your clarity of mind, especially under such inhospitable and unfavourable circumstances. You were most lucky — many a dragon confrontation cannot be retold by the unfortunate few mauled to death...’ Luran said, a pensive frown corrugated his brow. ‘Well, ’tis a good thing you survived. And that is a most judicious resolution — I would keep my distance from those gargantuan lizards too, if I were you. How did you happen upon one in the first place? If you don’t mind me asking...’

she smiles and leans into the touch, humming softly. she can’t remember the last time anyone has played with her hair, let alone braid it. “how do i look? like a princess?” she’ll tease.

Right now not enough time had passed for her to warrant attacking the wizard, especially not in sharess's caress of all places. Whatever business they each had there was their own. She did not often care for the romantic lives of wizards and this one was no exception.

It's a nicely... quiet evening. Caedes has acquiesced to come down by the fire; sitting with his back against the log, comfortable, soft camp clothes, eyes half shut. Exhausted, yes, but... in the moment. Just... being there. One arm loosely draped, maybe a touch protectively, around Vi'haan's torso; as the fire slowly banks down, still casting warmth over the two of them.

"Well, I think that depends. Are you looking for a weapon that can wield itself? Or something for you to hold?" Weapons though, she does know quite a bit about those.

It's true that, as a white dragonborn, Caedes ran naturally cold. Whilst they rarely really noticed it, things had been... well. The lack of rest and food was having knock on effects on their body, and Caedes was definitely spending more time shivering or seeking out warm spaces. Running the soft fabric through their claws, ever so careful not to catch or pull any threads, for a moment, there's a sparkle of tears in their eyes. A sharp sniff. It's - a really, truly touching gesture to him. Maybe he'd loved them in the life that they'd forgotten, but Caedes had found soft fabrics immensely appealing. "Thank you." they murmured, trying hard not to let the stiff, dangerous persona lessen, giving it away with a wagging tail. "I - really appreciate it."