A deep frown began to pull at Daedra's lips again, as Raev explained the possible dangers of a wher's presence at the creche. It wasn't an uneasy, little frown like prior, though. Daedra knew that maybe such a statement was true of some whers, the redhead would assure her life of it being wrong when spoken about Drask. Seeing the too similar knot of a wherhandler on Raev's shoulder and to hear her speak so poorly and over-inclusively of whers was rubbing Daedra in a way she didn't enjoy.
Drask was not a Brown that Daedra would describe as a 'friendly' wher, no. He could be grumpy, and lazy, and he didn't always mind himself nor care what others might say or think of him. He'd lived too long in the wild to ever care much in the way of manners or the like... but Daedra knew that he'd never harm anyone or anything just for the sake of aggression. Whether Raev intended it that way or not, the woman's words made the hair on the back of Daedra's neck bristle.
Still, she held herself from speaking too out of turn. As much as she wanted to passionately jump to her dearest friend's defense, and to the defense of his fellow whers, Daedra didn't exactly want to cause a commotion.
Not in front of a small child and a most likely rather tired creche worker, who was expecting no less! Daedra knew Drask wouldn't care either way, and simply swallowed down the more bitter bits of emotion plaguing her.
“That description doesn't describe every wher, you know,” Daedra replied, a bit strained as she kept herself level and as neutral as possible. Strangely, Drask paused in his glaring stare to look to his handler for a mere moment.
“I wouldn't let him come if I thought it would cause any problems for anyone,” Daedra evenly explained.
“-nor do I make him. Drask could always stay in our weyr if he wanted. He doesn't mind coming to visit.”While not a proper reply, Drask let out a sound from his throat following, as if he was agreeing to her comments. When the Brown returned to eye-ing Raev again, his lids narrowed ever so slightly over his yellow compounded eyes, almost looking akin to smugness.
Perhaps in lieu of his handler's given defense. Daedra, for the time being, stepped over to Drask's side and pat her hand upon his hulking foreleg. She resigned not to speak out in frustration from that point on, and perhaps felt if she stayed close to the wher's side everyone would be more assured. As if her presence would be the thing to keep Drask 'at bay', in the eyes of the others there.
Afterall, she'd just wanted to just come by for a relaxing and fun afternoon...