Only lovers left alive

The question makes her think, and Dread is glad for it. Giving her a chance to stew on it as they explore. Meandering closer to her, letting their shoulders brush as they walk. Her presence here would be what grounded him in this moment. The place shouldn't matter. It shouldn't make his sides ache the way it does. Hasn't Dread always been a sentimental bastard? Yeah. Maybe that tracks after all. The way he looks at Deluge tracks too, actually.

The pieces fall into place for Dread as she speaks. This is her getting out of her own way. Some questions lurked in his mind, his anxiety creeping in somewhere between his ears. No... why was he anxious about not being anxious? Dread finally felt free when travelling, like the weight had been shed. He didn't need to worry so much anymore. "I like it." Grin tugging at the corner of his lips. For once he was feeling... hopeful? Hopeful about things. "I think you'll make a good captain." He reaches over, bonking at her ears with his muzzle. Dread couldn't bite back the grin. "Just want you to be happy. Everything else is secondary." Tone surprisingly earnest, the words soft as he speak. Advice, but something more tender than that, too.

"Who're we raiding first then?" The grin doesn't falter. Looking for another way into her head, picking her brain.


"speech"