Just like that: smoothed down and completely passive. Azizos stayed tense, momentarily rooted to the spot, and mouth drawn into a thin line. Almost... submissive. The lion-stag's eyes ghosted over those scarred-over bite wounds, gaze shifting away to be polite. "That's good," he said numbly.
His tongue slipped out to smooth a part of his mane down, slipping into casual routines to decompress. "That's good," Azizos repeated without much meaning, then finally pressed with a genuine, "thank you."
Silvery eyes glanced down at the officially-his ice shard, magic working to hoist it into the air. "Be well?" he hummed considerately, before striding off to the comfort of Orion.
exit Azizos
Eyes roamed. His chin tucked closer to himself, head retreating into his shoulders. He'd made a mistake, and despite the haphazard attempt at making up for it, Azizos was intent on leaving. Svartis didn't blame him, nor did he particularly feel upset at him. The lion-stag had his right to leave whenever, and had helped plenty.
The dragon deflated, sighing, "be well." Weird way to say goodbye.
Dark snout lifting to regard the ice, he huffed when the rhythm of hooves grew too distant to hear. He was too tired to make the new chunk's presence permanent, but the least he could do for it was bring its temperature down as low as possible. Give it the longest life it could while he was gone in search of a place to sleep and some food.
exit svartis