thinking about this bit from dain cause like. he's always been a softie, hasn't he.
(khaenri'ah npc ocs drabble under the cut)
"Giving out more relationship advice, Dain?" Ioni mused from behind a pillar as Haltaf scurried off from his talk with the blond, the younger knight's step now lighter as he went to apologize to his sister.
Dainsleif sighed, shaking his head as he turned to the maid that stepped out from behind the pillar, a tailor tailing after them with arms full of cloth. "I suppose so, but I don't understand why." Dain inclined his head at both Ioni and Verdandi by way of greeting. "I'm hardly well versed when it comes to manners of relationships."
Ioni shrugged, hefting the basket of laundry in their hands back up into their arms. "Sure, but I don't see why not. You've got a good heart and a clever head. Sometimes that's all ya need to give good advice."
Dain's face reddened at the sudden blunt compliment, turning his head to cough into his fist. "...I appreciate the compliment, but you make me sound far better than I actually am."
Verdandi, practically attached to the hip with Ioni whenever the two had time, leaned around Ioni's shoulder with a smirk. "You should take it, because a compliment like that from Ioni is basically the equivalent of them worshipping the ground you walk on." Verdandi narrowly avoided a hip jab to the stomach from Ioni, snickering at their friend's glare before they turned back to Dain, a genuine smile on their face. "But no, they're right. I agree."
"Perhaps you can reconcile I and Verdandi's relationship with their tendency to overexaggerate." Ioni butted in, whipping their head to glare at the tailor and almost whacking themself in the face with their own locs.
"Wait, I was kidding! Dain, help!" Verdandi joked, scurrying behind Dainsleif as Ioni approached.
Dain laughed at their antics, turning around and sidestepping the tailor hiding behind his form. "I believe I can leave this one to be between you two."
"Noooooo!"
