A small tug pawed at the edges of Lokkir's lips, pushing it upwards, but the trained royal knew how to quash such motions quickly. Even if the sight of a Qaeltine, no, his wife, attempting to speak Hudvalri was adorable. [color=b2a484]"Yes,[/color] he began in his own rough Qaeltic, his tongue feeling heavy and coarse. [color=b2a484]"Equals. A unity...? No, ah, team."[/color] Revealing a flushed smile, he smoothly moved back to his own native Hudvalri. [color=#ECA8FF]"I look forward to being an equal partner with you, dear wife -"[/color] But, somehow, that title for her felt wrong. Not enough. Instead of dear wife perhaps... [color=#ECA8FF]"- Aeris. We'll make quite the team indeed."[/color] 

	It would have to do.

	The sudden shift in her tone afterwards made him sit a bit more at attention, listening carefully and silently to what Qaeltic medicine could offer. Did he want to be rid of his breasts? They were the most constant reminder of his gender, but not the most uncomfortable. He didn't know how to take the knowledge that he didn't know what he would have preferred. 

	Still, like many things, that could be a topic reserved for later. For now, he hoped a simple [color=ECA8FF]"Thank you. I will think on it,"[/color] would suffice as a reply. Seeing her struggle with her hair, Lokkir stood and rummaged around for a comb, amusingly finding the one presented as part of a betrothal gift to her. Placed there by a maid, perhaps. The task would normally be done by a maid, he supposed, but before he was a prince, he was a brother to several demanding sisters, and that meant he was no stranger to proper hair care. It took a devilish amount of time to sort his own dyed hair at times, after all. 

	Sitting next to her on the bed, he motioned for her to turn so that he could start sorting her hair out properly. The young prince hoped Aeris wouldn't be bothered by it too much if he was the one to do it, but at the same time he imagined that she would be the type of person to not mind so terribly. Where that observation came from, he didn't know. They had only spent one awkward night and now a seemingly lengthy morning together, after all. Then again, they had also been enemies for years, and Lokkir was no stranger to being frustrated by the movements and reports of a certain "Death Knight."

	There were still a number of things they had to do to actually cement their alliance. Their union was simply a first step among countless many. One of them in particular would have to be completed quickly, lest its stirrings draw too much unwanted attention and ire. Whatever the Vardaskr line may have been labeled over its many years on the throne, there was one, thing that formed the core of their identity and fiercesome reputation: dragons. His family - their family's pact with them was what allowed them to take the throne in ages past. And not just one clan of the noble beasts, but multitudes over the years. No Vardaskr would be seen as a legitimate heir if they weren't bonded to one.

	Unfortunately, they were also the same beasts that allowed Hudvalr to cling onto their position in the war for so long, calamities following in the wake of every battle a bonded pair was involved in. Oceans have risen and dried from their passing, mountains and forest rising, crumbling, and burning, all calamities which have doubtlessly taken innumerable Qaeltine lives. But if Aeris was to have even a chance of surviving in Hudvalr - no, not Hudvalr, [i]her[/i] - Aeris would need to bond with a dragon of her own. But perhaps in all this planning, they hadn't accounted for all the secrets and power that Qaeltic science held? There was a reason why the two countries had been locked in a bitter stalemate for years, dragons and their bonded weren't all powerful. Lokkir himself had helped to bitterly prove that, as his scars had attested to.

	Lokkir quickly realized he would reach nowhere by thinking himself about this to death, however. The other half of the problem, and solution, sat right in front him, her hair being combed through by his own hands. [color=ECA8FF]"Aeris,"[/color] he began, slow, hesitant, and awkward. [color=ECA8FF]"How do you feel about dragons?"[/color]

	[color=ECA8FF]"Or rather, how do you feel about bonding with one?"[/color]