[Again more cooing, and she moves to brush the side of her beak against Darkleer's cheek. Slowly a wings extends and moves to wrap around Darkleer's head softly, as it cradling him closer as she leans against him. Summoner continues to in her gaze as he moves her, fingers and hand moving as if it's what's touching Darkleer's face.]
[Worried, he hates this feeling. Summoner isn't used to it like this. Normally he can act upon his worry, normally he can work to get rid of it. But this isn't in his power, there's nothing he can do, and he hates that it has to be like this... This is only more reason to break the establishment made by the Altnerian society. So bullshit like this can't happen.]
Haha, yeaah. I guess it would be...private... action?
[Worried, he hates this feeling. Summoner isn't used to it like this. Normally he can act upon his worry, normally he can work to get rid of it. But this isn't in his power, there's nothing he can do, and he hates that it has to be like this... This is only more reason to break the establishment made by the Altnerian society. So bullshit like this can't happen.]