softness

[ascienti]

[ Urianger - or, Umbrosa as his documents said - had finally gotten free. Even if he didn't know where the others were... or if they were safe. Blood dripped from his injuries, imperials shooting at him. But either he had fallen deaf, or nobody was shooting at him anymore.

After a few moments, he realised it was the latter. Stumbling to sit, Umbrosa took off the stolen helm to begin to dab at the blood on his head. Damn... he'd survive. Wouldn't he? He didn't seem to notice anybody staring - though some were. A Garlean?! With the third eye and everything? His lips trembling, Umbrosa mumbled a single word. ]

...Help...

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[wordsoftravelling]

[she nods, reaching to squeeze Alisaie's shoulder gently.]

That would be an enormous help. Thank you.

[corruptedcoil]

...We all hold secrets. [ She says, softly placing her wings over them. ] But you. [ She then says, looking to the catte. ] Will you be joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn.

[wordsoftravelling]

[ohhhh this is good she likes this, purring a little.]

Mm… I thought that would be a good idea, yes.

[corruptedcoil]

I can help you. I... [ she pauses, to get more comfortable ] am trusted by them. Some call me theirs.

[wordsoftravelling]

Like family?

[maybe it's not really being true to them. but she'll do whatever she can to help. in the end- it'll work out. she stretches out, trying to lie across all three of them.]

[corruptedcoil]

...Family.

[ There's a long pause, as she gets comfortable. Thinks about it. ]

...Yes. Family. I will defend them with my life.

[wordsoftravelling]

[she purrs, pleased- leaning forward to bump her head against Alisaie's.]

And we'd do the same for you.

[dreadwyrm aside, she is still a precious smol.]