When the gusts of her banishing spell subsided, Sketch lowered her arm and her expression relaxed.
She really didn't care for people like that... Treating her and her king, her friend, like a couple of experimental guinea pigs? The very idea... It was flat wrong on so many levels...
Tamatoa finally peaked out from behind his wing where he had pressed himself against the wall for security. He glanced between the scavenger and the empty space where Drooler had been. He may not have ever forgotten a face, but somehow it continued to slip his mind that Sketch had such powerful magic.
He really is gone, isn't he?
Taking a moment to relax himself, the dragon shook out his scales as he sat. "I didn't think you would actually banish him like that. Impressive," he commented as he dusted sand out of his frills.
She blinked in confusion then sent him an incredulous look. ((Did you really think I was kidding? He was deliberately picking an argument when he didn't have a valid reason to do so. Then he had the audacity to imply that he had the right to screw with everyone else just because he suffered a history we have nothing to do with. Of COURSE I banished him.)) Sketch folded her arms over her chest, holding her sketchbook close as she quietly walked back to her space in the lair.
((Anyway, he's not coming back to this reality again... He can be someone else's problem...)) she muttered. Really she wasn't so sure the whole encounter wouldn't come back to bite them. Barring someone from ever returning to any given reality was news that potentially got out fast, and usually ruined reputations.
So it was something she had very rarely ever done, and it wasn't something she enjoyed either.
Not that getting such an arrogant 'witch hunter' out of the realm wasn't necessary or refreshing...
Suddenly she felt a pressure against her shoulder, and she paused and turned around to see Tamatoa had settled with his foretalons crossed and was giving her a gentle, well-meaning nudge with the edge of his snout. He couldn't do much else without knocking her over. "Thanks, kid..."
The scavenger returned the gesture with a tired smile, pressing her forehead against his warm scales. ((Let's just try not to have any more encounters like that, okay..?))
"Hehe, sure," he chuckled lightly. "No promises, but I'll do my best."