[On the ground Summoner is currently battling with his wings a little, he snagged a few branches on the way down that he's just noticing now, no tears or anything, just bends and folds that are making it difficult for them to fold neatly behind him. The troll's efforts to straighten them seem rather debilitated, but eventually he fixes them, twitching slightly when they buzz behind him before awkwardly folding up.]
[Lysunder glances to the thermos and stares at it for a long moment before looking up to Darkleer and furrowing his brows. His reaction makes it seem like he's confused about what that is, like he'll get hurt if he touches it, some kind of fear that would otherwise be unexplainable.]
[The fear's right, but that's not why he's scared to accept it.]
Is that all?
[His voice quiet, dodging those words and letters that coax his stutter out. Lysunder keeps his gaze on Darkleer, staring into black sunglasses while he stands there awkwardly, almost a shrunken husk of what he would normally be.]
action;
[Lysunder glances to the thermos and stares at it for a long moment before looking up to Darkleer and furrowing his brows. His reaction makes it seem like he's confused about what that is, like he'll get hurt if he touches it, some kind of fear that would otherwise be unexplainable.]
[The fear's right, but that's not why he's scared to accept it.]
Is that all?
[His voice quiet, dodging those words and letters that coax his stutter out. Lysunder keeps his gaze on Darkleer, staring into black sunglasses while he stands there awkwardly, almost a shrunken husk of what he would normally be.]
[Just... he's just tired, right? That's all.]