Skellig's anxiety level lowers slightly once the last of the hunting party has been swatted away into (literal) oblivion and she speaks to him - but it is obvious from his response that he is still a bit nervous.
"I knew they were truly no match for you," he allows more of his weight to lean against the tree trunk, exhaling heavily. There is a faint tremble in his legs, and it is not all from having been on horseback (or kicked off as awkwardly he was) to blame. "Fools, thinking their weapons could harm you. They were no match for you..." He pauses only briefly, concern creeping into his voice as he looks over her shape. "...you are not injured, are you love?"
There is nothing visible he can see, except for the 'mess' on her scales from her dispatching the group. He is certain she is fine, he witnessed the ease with which she got rid of them all. And yet...
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Date: 2024-06-23 03:37 am (UTC)"I knew they were truly no match for you," he allows more of his weight to lean against the tree trunk, exhaling heavily. There is a faint tremble in his legs, and it is not all from having been on horseback (or kicked off as awkwardly he was) to blame. "Fools, thinking their weapons could harm you. They were no match for you..." He pauses only briefly, concern creeping into his voice as he looks over her shape. "...you are not injured, are you love?"
There is nothing visible he can see, except for the 'mess' on her scales from her dispatching the group. He is certain she is fine, he witnessed the ease with which she got rid of them all. And yet...