His claw left returning resting at his side leaving for his sight to rest on her. Every movement rough and rather jagged in comparison to the flow of his normal serpentine intimation. The look near dead as his chest slowly rose and fell wheezing with mist billowing from his lips. Now taking the full image of their landing point littered with minerals comfort ticked slightly in his head. Of course having to keep warm from a creature he wasn't entirely fond of made socializing more difficult he kept civil towards the female.

The question of his name quietly answered as in greed of heat he made a quiet move towards her." Reaver, your own?" Suddenly splitting from quiet to partially upset the male would explain uncomfortably how he felt about being cold." Could you get hotter or close, I'm freezing." Originally that literally being the case he'd shimmy towards her across the granite producing a quiet soft haunting hum. The ring of his it almost more of a deep key whistle ringing in his jaw. The idea of it to comfort her into optionally getting close. He wasn't going to force her to get any closer but sitting as if ready to leaning against her was the most subtle hint he could possibly give.

In truth he could kill her but in the inspirational darkness which made him rigged she seemed like a questionable comfort. His eyes attempting to meet hers in a prideful plea of help. She wasn't really pressured directly but he personally felt she could contribute to his health as he could have simply left her behind. Yes he did threaten her life, yes he did drop her onto the ground and, lastly temporarily destroy her wings but he didn't really expect the victim of his launch board get away to be injured but alas both of them were obviously lost and not in the immediate best shape. If she did scoot close enough to him, he would gladly flop into across her lap ignoring her female shape to stay warm.

Black scales glistening amongst the glare of coloured gems made for a soft illusion of light in dark. The mane slowly dismissing water while the look he wore almost seemed torn apart amongst stress and possible illness. The alignment of suffering barely scraping open a chance for Fae to reach Reaver in equal way without the idea of cunning demeanour. Sweetly enough he blinked slowly leaving his tail to rest against rock in his silent testimony. Between facts her chemistry probably maked evenly with his own dragon blood but it fell on her choice whether or not to use it.[@Song Book]