Just a little something

He startled and turned back to her at the change in her tone. He found his brow rising at her dramatic declaration. She wanted a hunk of meat, eh? He caught on when she smirked at him and he gave a dramatic sigh of his own. “If you're that starving I mean, I suppose you could eat her” he said, eyeing the bird dubiously. “It’ll be a bit of work getting into the meat under all those feathers.” He said regretfully. Then he looked up at Wren and gave a smirk of his own.

He bit down the urge to offer for her to come back to the Armada with him again, knowing it hadn’t gone down that well the first time. She had made her stance clear, and he respected that. He just hoped she wasn’t serious about staring out here.


"Basilisk Fatalis"