Force them out…?
Dolphus pushed back against his weariness. What could they have done to…
I’m literally a Gorov why am I asking this question.
Dolphus looked at the cottage.
Instantly danger warnings lit up in his mind. Something about that place seemed awful all of a sudden, but… Surely he must be wrong. The dragon had invited him in; what could be harmful there?
Gritting his teeth, Dolphus strained upwards, the pain of his side suddenly rekindling itself. Wobbling to his sword, he pulled it from the soil, and after a moment of staring at the marine, he sheathed it.
…It didn’t stay there long. Fluttering up from the marine’s resting spot, his eyes landed on Ari, still worn out so heavily that she appeared completely motionless. He staggered onto the path once more, unsheathed his sword, and traced in the soft soil.
[GO TO SHIP → ]
(The S had definitely not been written as a B and had to get scrubbed out and written again, no sir)
There. He sheathed his blade. I don’t think I’ll be very long inside, and surely she won’t be waking up anytime soon, so hopefully I’ll be able to return ahead of her and preface what’s been going on so nobody jumps to conclusions.
Reaching under his tucked wing, he balled up some of the shirt tucked in his pants to help absorb any further bleeding. Why did he feel so confident now about his own survival, when a moment ago he was surely about to die?
With a wordless look at the dragon, Dolphus began shuffling towards the cabin, partly out of courtesy to the request and… mostly because, well, ignoring just how exceedingly kind the dragon’s thoughts were, literally any positive influence on him was addicting. Devoid of it for so long, he reveled in the warmth the voice carried, and found every difficulty to be easier and easier to bear, as even his walk to the cabin very slowly shifted towards a natural stride.
ooc: I wonder who might wake up the moment he leaves @NOTaHFfan 