Her smile lightened his heavy heart; it killed the young man to see others so down trodden. If he could do anything to ease her sorrow he  would do so without a second thought. Life was hard and he knew that, but everyone needed someone. He shied away from that line of thought. Who did he have? There was no need to say anything else about her pain, even as she thanked him. He merely blinked and inhaled her scent as she tender muzzle pressed against his own. It doesn't bother him how fast she ends the touch, even if it does strike him as odd. His father was all about physical contact, and he was the same way, but he knew others might not be. He smiled lightly before pulling back and glancing at Wessex.

He hates to tell her, hates to rip her home out from her tiny hooves, but someone has to. With a mighty tug he throws her head over heels. His gut clinches at the thought of losing his own home. His ears shift back slightly with her nerves. He wonders vaguely if she will lash out. Messengers had a habit of getting shot, and he had delivered one of the worst things he could think of.  Only a few things could top losing your home, and he kept those dark thoughts locked away. Her dragon let out a gut-wrenching call. Thankfully, Zafir was off tearing into a meal and ignored it.

He looked to Wessex unsure how he felt about her words. He couldn't imagine living without a set place to sleep, or going days without seeing a friendly face. He swallowed trying to force down the lump in his throat. He knew all about traveling alone, and he had hated every moment of it. He turned to look at the petite cream lady in front of him. He had to fight the urge to pull her to his chest and hug the pain away. For everything his father had passed down to him small quirks that his mother had sown into him showed through; this being one of them.

Wessex offered to leave her alone if she wanted, and his heart stuttered. If that was what Agnodice really wanted he would turn walk away. His ears tilted back to her slightly eyes kind and warm. The reaction caused his hide to flinch, even though his body never moved an inch. The pleading in her pretty sea foam gaze said it all. "It's ok Agnodice, we wont leave." He smiled kindly his words a low rumble. He caught her last words and let a short silence hang between the trio. Slow easy words rolled from him, "If you'd like I could take you to the Throat for a visit, to see if it fits you?" He paused glancing at Wessex once more, "If not, I would be happy to escort you to the Basin, or anywhere else you would like to go." He flicked an ear towards the dappled lady curiously but kept his dual colored gaze on the creamy lady.

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