24.May.19, 03:04 AM
He may have made the comment, but F’drel had never considered that dragonriders might be better with applying salves and things to people due to practice oiling dragons either. He’d just thought of it in the moment as a way to brush off her compliment and keep her from starting problematic rumors. Like he was going to brush off her comment about him being noble.
“Hey, none of that,” F’drel swatted at Mylorah’s hand gently as she tried to scratch her leg, “you’ll just make it worse.” Which would probably enforce her thought that he was ‘noble’ — a word F’drel really wished would never be applied to him in any way, shape, or form, but he didn’t have the energy to have the conversation about why and ask Mylorah not to use it. Hadn’t had enough klah for that.
F’drel also hadn’t had enough klah to deal with Mylorah’s continued attempts to tease him and he was relieved she seemed to change directions and drop it. She did know exactly how he’d react, or at least an approximation. Most likely a disapprovingly raised eyebrow and a cessation of further numbweed application until she stopped being so suggestive. As it was, F’drel ignored her, focusing instead on double checking that all the rash-covered skin on Mylorah’s back and shoulders she might have trouble reaching had been properly slathered in numbweed.
“I think that’s everywhere,” he said, adding a little extra to areas that would see the most movement or contact with her clothing. “Anywhere still bothering you?”
“Hey, none of that,” F’drel swatted at Mylorah’s hand gently as she tried to scratch her leg, “you’ll just make it worse.” Which would probably enforce her thought that he was ‘noble’ — a word F’drel really wished would never be applied to him in any way, shape, or form, but he didn’t have the energy to have the conversation about why and ask Mylorah not to use it. Hadn’t had enough klah for that.
F’drel also hadn’t had enough klah to deal with Mylorah’s continued attempts to tease him and he was relieved she seemed to change directions and drop it. She did know exactly how he’d react, or at least an approximation. Most likely a disapprovingly raised eyebrow and a cessation of further numbweed application until she stopped being so suggestive. As it was, F’drel ignored her, focusing instead on double checking that all the rash-covered skin on Mylorah’s back and shoulders she might have trouble reaching had been properly slathered in numbweed.
“I think that’s everywhere,” he said, adding a little extra to areas that would see the most movement or contact with her clothing. “Anywhere still bothering you?”