His bond with her remained quite different than what his parents had experienced and explained. Their bond was so immediate...although mother did mention how Azrael was a bit off at first. Starfall does not feel the same as they described, not exactly. Perhaps it was the circumstances and how completely different Arace was from his mother. Perhaps it is because Starfall is more like his mother, and Arace seems to be much more like Azrael. The male feels the bond more so, and he is feeling it as if the personalities of his parents switched. He knew his desire to protect her was the strongest emotion he felt towards her- that is what he felt she needed the most.

Yet that was starting to change over time. Zelda had taken her in. Things had calmed down. Protection was not really needed like before...and this only made him more confused. She tried to often use her charm on him, use her looks, and it is not like he is immune. He simply felt that part of it was fabricated by her, that it was not real, that she was trying to use it to her advantage. That all may be true but it does not mean that despite him feeling this way, as her need for protection waned, that his mind was tending to wander elsewhere now. He wondered if she began to sense it herself the past few weeks...but maybe not, since the females apparently feel less.

Right now though, her touch and charms did not sway him when ‘threat’ was on his mind and protection mode was engaged once again with those of Iromar here. Her glare with his lack of response only landed another sten eye to her. She does not respond well to his words, but they were words of truth. His hackles raise again at her response and growl, disliking her displeasure but his need to protect her overriding any desire to simply please her.

She was right in that he would need to watch her, and the others. He remained tall, and yet after a moment sighed knowing there was no other way. Her smile is so troubling sometimes. After a moment of silence, he says, ”Fine,” as he nudges her forward to lead the way. ”This is your thing,” he says as he lifts his head to look around once more. ”Don’t expect any singing and dancing or whatever that stuff is out of me…” he says sharply. Sure he knew what singing was, dancing not so much, but he knows the concept. They seem like...distractions from the threat that lingers in the pack- the threat of Iromar, as his eyes hone in on Cuirass again. He resists the urge to go for him, to chase him out, or to give him a few scars. In fact he probably stands still and stares at him for a moment too long even if Arace moves out to join this...odd gathering.