“I have no knowledge of this dragon blood but an Angel did tame him Fenrir- or have you not heard of the tragic love story of my own Aunt Aaliyah, the Angel who loved a Demon?”
He smiles weakly, feeling a little like his age was coming up on him listening to a shady angel try and whisper of sweet futures in his daughter's ear. “Yes, tragic. Because he is out, now. She has no hold on him while he has the she-wolf of Glorall in his ear and at his scruff. He cannot be so tamed as you seem convinced of.”
Then, Hadrien is nodding to him and Natu and taking his leave. It felt odd, trusting someone who spoke so plainly of “alternative uses” for healing skills, but Natu’s word was his law and he hesitated not a second to believe in her.
By then, as noted by the parting comment of Hadrien, Samia was returned with her mother’s meal and he smiled broadly at his daughter. “But first, Sam, perhaps you wanted to help your mother and I name your baby sisters?.” He smiles lopsidedly, knowing the core of his daughter and how dearly she held these new siblings in her heart.
“Your mother and I thought maybe you would enjoy that, though you will have to lay down and be calm so they don’t get squished beneath dancing paws, you know.” He chuckles, his chest feeling as though it heaved, but passing it off with an idle snort and shake of his head.
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