The Titan was on edge, on the cusp of deciding if he should turn his back to the healer and leave, but caught in his desire to follow his training, and his fear in what he had done because of his short comings. He didn’t want to give up on Lucretia, but he also was growing increasingly uncertain if she could help him.
He did however growl at her as she began her speech on what damage it could do if he leaved it. oh yeah? he thought, Just watch this old fighter he was stubborn to the bone, and if not-sleeping was the key to avoiding it, he could probably figure something out.
“Then I build a den they can not enter when I sleep.” he said briskly, he was no danger when he was conscious, and had never been so without directly meaning to. He did not see himself as a threat to the young of Ashen, if he believed that, he might as well fall on his sword now. He would never hurt the whelps of his Empress.
He heard the threat in her voice, and well once he had been cowed by the idea of being banned from the Empress, he begun to question if she truly had the power to do so. He was Samuri, with ambition to become more in this pack. One day, he might be her boss.
“Very well then” he said, more softly this time, as she suggested going to her den to talk over solutions. He wasn’t utterly unreasonable, he could compromise, if they came to one he found acceptable. He moved to walk beside her, on her right but a step behind, still somewhat, if subtly, deferential to the Klein without entirely meaning to be.
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