[Koby tags along after Hilda, with only the slightest hint of his usual caution around anything potentially deadly or dangerous. He's still that way, even after centuries of godlike powers -- preparing for the worst case scenarios, for the unforseen outcomes, because someone needs to.
The wyverns get a respectful nod, nearly a bow -- aren't you supposed to bow to dragons? Or is that a myth? He almost asks, but Hilda bows to nothing, so she likely won't know. Then Koby glances sideways at her, smiling a little, almost sheepishly.]
I don't know. Because I'm not always great at fun? Or...leaving my domain anymore? [He's well aware of it too, the amount of time he spends sequestered these days, and there's an apology hidden in the words, in the way he squeezes her hand.] Thank you, I guess, is what I mean.
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The wyverns get a respectful nod, nearly a bow -- aren't you supposed to bow to dragons? Or is that a myth? He almost asks, but Hilda bows to nothing, so she likely won't know. Then Koby glances sideways at her, smiling a little, almost sheepishly.]
I don't know. Because I'm not always great at fun? Or...leaving my domain anymore? [He's well aware of it too, the amount of time he spends sequestered these days, and there's an apology hidden in the words, in the way he squeezes her hand.] Thank you, I guess, is what I mean.