Fast Food Service

You're welcome...it was a nice reminder of home," Hm? He was curious as to what she meant by that, but before he could ask what she meant by it, well..."I'm Elara Durand. That was a nice introduction of showing off your butt," His mouth dropped open, eyes wide as he became flabbergasted. He was lost for words, unsure of how to respond. Never had he been in this situation before, it felt...strange. But not in a bad way. He felt embarrassed for some reason, and he knew it when he felt heat rise to his face and he swore he was turning lobster red. "I, er...well..." Yeah, he had no clue what to say. He shut his mouth and turned away, uncharacteristically distracting himself with some non-existent thing over yonder. He didn't miss her smirk, so while he knew she was teasing him, he wasn't sure how to take it with a stranger.

Finally, he cleared his throat and tried to find his words. "Well uh...maybe I was just distracting you so you didn't have to worry so much about that cat," Not the smoothest recovery, but it was the best he could come up with given the situation. He appreciated her humor though, it helped to distract him from the wound he received during the fight. That is...until his adrenaline started to wear off. Then the pain really started to hit. Being who he was though, he did his best to keep it from showing. He had been through worse before. He just had to ice this and maybe have it looked at when he got back to Abaven. "My name is Acere Praetor, it's a pleasure to meet you, Elara. And an even greater pleasure to have fought alongside you. I must admit, you handled yourself well. Most of the time, wolves freeze when confronted with unexpected situation." He'd seen it firsthand, but he was quite impressed with her.

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