[He lets out a slight whine when Darleer grabs his arm and tugs again, but he reluctantly stands, wings buzzing slightly before folding behind him. He doesn't want to be here, here as in Vatheon, here as in this forest, here as in right here, with Darkleer, grabbing his wrist and arm, and caring about him.]
[Empathy, right. Sometimes it was painful being so empathetic; and idiot could could see this as pity, and Summoner really really wished he was less intelligent then what would be considered 'idiotic'. That would make this easy, that would make this ...]
action;
[Empathy, right. Sometimes it was painful being so empathetic; and idiot could could see this as pity, and Summoner really really wished he was less intelligent then what would be considered 'idiotic'. That would make this easy, that would make this ...]
[A sigh.]
[Daaaaaamnit]
Fine, w-what- what ...Fine.