[Saer's Room]

Nixa hadn't noticed that he wasn't touching her, but she was glad to hear the 'please'. With a thin smile and a small nod to show him that she approved, she reaches back with a claw, drawing the hair away from her face, and ties it up. Her pointed ears now show better than they have yet. They seem almost wickedly sharp.

Well Saer may not be the praying type, but Nixa looses a quiet prayer to Andaress and a silent plea to Draaxar.

Will it hurt, Draaxar? She asks quietly. She didn't really mean to ask it, but the memory playing in her mind made the question sort of slip out. She wasn't even concerned about it, so it sounds like an random murmur.

Will it hurt Draaxar?
That all depends, Child, on how you perceive pain.
I don't understand.
You don't need to understand, Child. You have the dragon blood. Pain should not be a concern of yours.
It won't be, Draaxar.

Nevermind, just hurry up and get on with it, she says, shoving the memory aside, and quickly trying to cover up her mistake.