"I know how to get that out," he offers, which- Of course, he knows how to wash out blood. That can't even be a surprise.
He wishes he could promise he'd do whatever possible to prove that he deserved that chance. Wishing never got him very far though, honestly. He's also not in the habit of giving promises that aren't hollow. Still, there is some part of him that does hope he doesn't make Ravus regret giving him this second chance... and a dragon in his brain smacking him with the mental equivalent of a wet noodle at nearly every turn to try and ensure it as well.
"Oh, well," he starts, back to his faux exaggerated humility. "To some, maybe." Aera didn't often need his protecting. In fact, it was usually him who found protection in her during his darker times. He only regretted it in the end when she protected him one final time; he was her undoing, in so many ways but that's one he'll never truly forgive himself for. So, now maybe he over corrected and battles fiercely for those he wants to. And for a long time, the only person he wanted to fight for was himself.
The nudge of fingers against his palm is a silent, pleasant thing for him. He responds in kind by not only allowing but lacing his own fingers lightly against Ravus'. It is a bit unnerving, he knows, and uncertain. For as demonstrative and commanding as he could be when necessary, well... It is easier to be led like this than anything.
"Being prone to passionate fits of emotion isn't always charming, but when it is- It apparently really is." At least he has that going for him somehow.
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He wishes he could promise he'd do whatever possible to prove that he deserved that chance. Wishing never got him very far though, honestly. He's also not in the habit of giving promises that aren't hollow. Still, there is some part of him that does hope he doesn't make Ravus regret giving him this second chance... and a dragon in his brain smacking him with the mental equivalent of a wet noodle at nearly every turn to try and ensure it as well.
"Oh, well," he starts, back to his faux exaggerated humility. "To some, maybe." Aera didn't often need his protecting. In fact, it was usually him who found protection in her during his darker times. He only regretted it in the end when she protected him one final time; he was her undoing, in so many ways but that's one he'll never truly forgive himself for. So, now maybe he over corrected and battles fiercely for those he wants to. And for a long time, the only person he wanted to fight for was himself.
The nudge of fingers against his palm is a silent, pleasant thing for him. He responds in kind by not only allowing but lacing his own fingers lightly against Ravus'. It is a bit unnerving, he knows, and uncertain. For as demonstrative and commanding as he could be when necessary, well... It is easier to be led like this than anything.
"Being prone to passionate fits of emotion isn't always charming, but when it is- It apparently really is." At least he has that going for him somehow.