Where The Edges Blur

His mind was a blur of thought, an intonement of speech that was bound to be, but didn't want to speed really from his lips. The Divine continues to watch her as she walks onward, following quietly at her hip, his left ear was flicked toward her, the right though was cast toward the surrounding environment as he listens for the approach of others. Once again, patience, me? I have to be doing something wrong. The irritation dove down his throat again as he moves closer to her, his wounded shoulder pressing against her flank before he moves away again.

More silence, he was perfectly fine with that, but he couldn't help but allow his gaze to trail down to her swaying tail before his eyes wandered across the land again. Restraint. His thoughts ordered him as he slows his pace, continuing to follow her as well as make sure that no one was following them in turn. If he could find out where she lived he would have insurance for her silence, at least that was how he was going to think about it.

Then she spoke her name, but he was too busy staring off at her tail again to give it any real sort of thought. A rumble vibrates his vocal core as he continues to silently follow after her. "We are fallen gods," he explains calmly as he pads behind her. "We speak how we please, we req-uire your assis-tance now."
"Speech"
'thoughts'