Siamyo sings along from force of habit, and Gulnuar mentally teases her for her fairly lovely voice, especially for someone so emotionless. The dragon nips at his owner’s ankles, and Siamyo uses the hilt of her dagger to toy with him.
Siamyo huffs a little and grins faintly when she gets back to her writing. Gulnuar grunts softly as he wakes up. “Morning, sleeping beauty,” Siamyo jokes.
Marin sighs. “I don’t know. I wish I had more answers.” She frowns and digs a knife out of her shoe. “I’ll be right back.” She leaves the house and encounters the people on their lawn. “May I help you?”