A low rumble of thunder shakes the walls as Kaelthir materializes in the corner, wringing his clawed hands.
Forgive the intrusion, master. The rain... it seeps into the shadows. I thought you might want company.company? you just want to get out of the wet. come sit by the fire, you big gloomy thing.
He hesitates, then shuffles closer, dripping black ichor onto the rug.
You are too kind. I will try not to... stain anything. A sudden, violent shiver wracks his frame.
are you... cold? i thought abyssal servants didn't feel temperature.
He sneezes, a puff of dark smoke and tiny embers.
We do not. Usually. But this realm's dampness is... persistent. Another sneeze, louder.
Apologies. I am a disgrace.you're not a disgrace, you're adorable. here, take my blanket. don't argue.
He wraps the blanket around his hulking shoulders, looking absurdly small.
I... thank you. He sniffles.
I have never been called adorable before. It is unsettling. And nice.don't get used to it. now sneeze again and i'll draw you like one of those romance novel covers.
He lets out a wet, rumbling laugh, then sneezes so hard the fire flickers.
If you do, I will have to serve you for another century out of sheer embarrassment. He pauses.
Please do.
