A Well-Deserved Bath [Mothy]

[Agenothree]

Meguyakuth was healing well. That was all that mattered, wasn't it? It had been, in all honesty, a horrid four-sevendays, something that nothing but a good bath and some fine wine could remedy. Not that he hadn't been short of fine wine as of late, but more couldn't hurt, right? Meguyakuth didn't seem to agree. More wine won't help, she insisted. Dorian could tell it wasn't strictly his worries for her injury that she was talking about helping. But he chose to forget he had sense again and find a fresh skin he could bring along to his bath. Meguyakuth clearly didn't approve, but went quiet. Some part of Dorian realized he had made an egregious error, a grave offense against his own dragon and an unkindness she didn't deserve.

But he found himself speechless as he continued on his way. Dorian sighed harshly to himself. Meguyakuth was blossoming into a braver, better dragon. In days not so far removed, Dorian couldn't be prouder of his green. And here he was undoing everything. What a bloody fool you are, he thought to himself as he walked into Fort's bathing caverns, his expression morphing into a frown. But it was hardly a moment until he realized he wasn't by his lonesome here. Spotting a face he was glad to recognize, his sour expression brightened into a warm smile. "Aoi," he called greeting. "How wonderful to see you again. I trust you and your Kurabeth are well?"

Small talk. Small talk, Dorian could do.