action;

[Even with those wings settled and Summoner on his feet, Darkleer doesn't let go of his wrist. It's more a precaution than anything else. After all, the other has already proven he's more than eager to try and make a run for it, or lie through his teeth about himself. All he has to do is bring the fool back to his camp, clean him up, force him to sleep if he has to...]

[And completely ignore the emotional implications of all of this. For his own sake, if nothing else.]

[Quietly, he begins to pull Summoner along towards the direction of his camp. After a few minutes, he speaks.]

I don't know what anyone is going to do with you, Cavalreaper.

[Let alone myself.]