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my muse’s reaction to your muse - // accepting❂ = wiping blood off their face
He chitters - coming from an Eliksni of his size, however, it sounds more like a slight threat than something else. Kneeling, he eyes the other -- wary of his blades but otherwise trusting.
“I wouldn’t try anything. Are you injured - ?” Skolas speaks in their tongue, tilting his head.









