She back peddled and offered doubt upon her suggestion, and he paused at the opening of the den and looked back to her, offering her a smile that filled with kindness. It fit surprisingly well against his features, despite their tendency to express broodier emotions. “I’m not dismissing your idea.” he said gently, uncertain what part of his approach and speech had indicated disinterest
He made a hurrumph noise at her suggestion, rolling his eyes skyward. If she so much as tried she was going to have a problem. Well, lets face it, two problems. After the bull mauled her he would take his turn.
He moved closer to her and gave her a brisk but gentle shove of his shoulders. “You, are asking for trouble.” he told her, shaking his head at the girl. “Let’s go find you a distraction before you get too wild with your ideas.” he said, continuing forward, but looking back to ensuring she was sticking close by.
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