The scent of the stew prompts Fox to rise to his feet, checking on it and giving it a stir. "I suppose it did work," he agrees with a soft laugh, not that he's ever tried something like that for himself. (And he doesn't plan to either, thank you). "It'll do in a pinch, I guess. But if you stay you won't have to worry about that any more." Shrugging and turning to face her again, the sudden stillness on her face surprises him.
The words is everything alright remain locked and loaded behind his teeth, but before he can let them out Kiada is agreeing to stay, and another warm smile finds its way onto his lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs - not just for her safety, but for personal reasons too. Rubbing at the back of his neck, because this is a lot of real all at once, he gestures vaguely to the door. "Should we, uh, get that firewood then?"
The words is everything alright remain locked and loaded behind his teeth, but before he can let them out Kiada is agreeing to stay, and another warm smile finds its way onto his lips. "I'm glad," he murmurs - not just for her safety, but for personal reasons too. Rubbing at the back of his neck, because this is a lot of real all at once, he gestures vaguely to the door. "Should we, uh, get that firewood then?"
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
