[Even with his assurances, Aara isn't able to entirely quell her worry. She wished she hadn't eaten the last of her bread loaf she stowed in her room. Following Xanth to her bed, Aara is somewhat thrown by the worry now in his face, however, and she smiles a bit hesitantly in response before taking a seat next to him, hands fidgeting in her lap.]
I can make you some soup later, if you want.
[She was stalling a little, now that her heart was once again to odd flips in her chest. Worrying her lip between her teeth, Aara finds her gaze riveted to the hands in her lap and her brows furrow together.]
I don't... know how to say this...
[Not really. What's she supposed to do? Say she was a dragon? And maybe Xanth didn't know what a dragon was? And how could she get him to understand how dangerous she could be if she was ever infected again? Her shoulders slump, and she hangs her head. She should have thought all of this through, first.]
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I can make you some soup later, if you want.
[She was stalling a little, now that her heart was once again to odd flips in her chest. Worrying her lip between her teeth, Aara finds her gaze riveted to the hands in her lap and her brows furrow together.]
I don't... know how to say this...
[Not really. What's she supposed to do? Say she was a dragon? And maybe Xanth didn't know what a dragon was? And how could she get him to understand how dangerous she could be if she was ever infected again? Her shoulders slump, and she hangs her head. She should have thought all of this through, first.]