There's discomfort and a great amount of difficulty in remaining still while Jah-Lilah inches herself closer and closer to Crevan. She offers him support and kindness and a bravery that Amet is not yet capable of seconding; he has only just fused his heart with hers, and to watch her offer herself to the wolf-shifter no matter what he may do gives the dragonhide stallion heart palpitations.
She also gives the scorned stallion the truth, perhaps the most important thing she could do. She doesn't lie about why she has returned (though, truth be told, he is here for Hyaline), does not offer him false sweetness to curb the angry that still flickers in his eyes. The red soothsayer has always been skilled at communication, at entwining her soul with others and carrying them back from the depths of their despair, and he watches with a hopeful and bated breath that she can do the same for Crevan.
In turn, the stallion of gold and bronze scales remains silent. Situations like this have always been Jah-Lilah's forte more than his, and her history with the wolf-shifter spans back further than his ever did. Nevertheless, his muscles remain taut and his brow furrowed as he tries to concentrate on the red wytch's words and not the potential danger she has placed herself in.
Of course, she does not help his worries as she proceeds to step closer. He can feel the way she aches to touch Crevan and the tremble in her voice when she tells him the outcome of her relationship with Canaan. All of it pains him, compounding his emotions and pulling a shaky breath from his clenched teeth.
Reluctantly, he takes a step backward just as the red wytch steps forward, giving the pair a bit more room and privacy as their fiery reunion comes towards what could be its climax, his molten amber eyes never leaving the two of them, not even for a second.
─ don't get cut on my edges
@[Crevan] @[Jah-Lilah] ♥