Endless Fire

Ugh. He shifted away from her. But then she spoke... and he reacted! In Italian. Grinning, she tried to decipher what was said. Stupido... stupid? Non... non sounded like not, so she'd wager a guess he said he wasn't stupid. There we go, now he was back and not blubbering like an idiot! That was the Star she knew. She chuckled at his seething, and would aim a large, huge, sloppy kiss across his nose, grinning wickedly with her eyes twinkling. It only increased when he sent her the glare. There there, that was much better.

Despite that playfulness, it would not take long for her expression to sober up when he next spoke, the glittering light in her eyes being replaced with a seriousness. "With herbs?" she questioned, head tilting. "I wouldn't worry about that - you're always careful." And yet, he'd keep talking, and she'd keep listening. Him? A fighter? She nearly scoffed. He was no fighter, nor would he ever be. "You aren't falling short or failing anyone," she restated patiently. "You're just worrying to much. You aren't a warrior - you don't bite people's faces off - but what you do is just as important. You heal the people who get their face bitten off... case in point," she explained, lifting her muzzle up in an attempt to bump his chin. It was true, he'd never be a warrior, but what was the use of a warrior that could never get healed? They would fall, fall quicker than a leaf.