Sunshine

*Conan* · 04-29-2014, 01:40 PM

It gave the behemoth a peace of mind to see Phoebe no longer as worried about him as she'd been before she'd done her mini healing session. He could see her already beginning to let go of the worry, the smile on her lips a testament to that, bringing the behemoth's own half grimace to his bloodied lips. He was at complete ease around the russet woman and that was something that he hadn't felt in quite some time. I don't understand why you would risk yourself for me like this. I'm not entirely sure some of my own family members would have tried this hard to protect me, much less not scold me for not jumping into the fight myself. In fact, depending on who it was, I probably would have been ridiculed for not fighting.

A frown would crease his brow as he looked up at her, feeling that it would've been quite unnecessary for her family to have chastised her like that had they been here. She very well could've joined the fight, but the ending result probably would've been a lot more disastrous than it turned out to be. It had been better that she hadn't joined the fray; he wasn't sure what he would've done if she'd gotten hurt because of him. Almost naturally she would lean down to rub her muzzle against his cheek, Conan reflexively closing his eyes at her touch, relishing in the soothing nature of it. I'm not trying to sound ungrateful, because I am... I'm just trying to understand... I've never felt so... concerned for anyone before. Her last words would bring his ruby gaze back into view, a warm affectionate look in his eyes as he leaned forward to bury his face in her chest, not at all bashful about the fact that they were still practically strangers.

I'm a protector. he would rumble into her fur, enjoying her touch way too much to want to pull away. I protect those who can not protect themselves, though that by any means does not mean that I imply you can not handle your own. I'm pretty sure you can, but in that moment I didn't think, I just reacted. The predator was coming to you and I couldn't let it harm you, not while I could do something about it. It was instinctual, reflexive, almost a natural thing to protect you. Almost as I'd been doing it already for a while. I'm protective towards those close to me and yet I have no family or real friends to speak of...until maybe now... He would bury his face further in her russet chest, unable to pull back to see the look in her eyes. The things churning inside of him for this woman didn't make any logical sense. They were confusing and strange and he wasn't exactly sure how to handle them.

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