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She drew in closer and the dragon accommodated her form, adjusting so that she would fit perfectly against him like the connective pieces of a puzzle. It was interesting just how tolerant the beast could be, though at this point his regards of the woman were less of tolerance and more of simple acceptance, in that she had somehow found a place in his bleak and darkened heart. He strained to hear her words with clarity, having been pressed into the thick coat of his ruff and spoken with quiet meticulousness. At her mention of the monk's allowance, he nearly scoffed - it should be well known that Raheerah neglected any suggestion that the male had any true reign over him, and he extended this belief to Xi'nuata, although forgetting that she was far more prone to respecting Tenzin as a superior.

That thought had left his mind as soon as she spoke of the one carrying life as being her. There was a slight tilting of his head again, and further confusion. The dragon had to suffocate all thoughts from his head, fearing that the rush of questions brought on by this information may actually drown out the woman's justification of her request. So silence settled in his head and he put his focus into her, holding a breath in his lungs. She had drawn back to meet his gaze, and he returned hers, holding the stare with unyielding tenacity. Behind the certainty of his gaze, however, there lingered some perplexity for her words.

He hadn't known how to respond to her, at a true loss of words until she suggested that the beast may not desire her. It was then that Raheerah could formulate his response. His throat vibrated with the rising of a rumble, and in the midst of her rambling he leaned towards her and grazed her lips with his fangs, silently asking of her to quieten. "Nooonne aare so woorrthy of myy faavor aaas yoouu, Xi'nuaataa." He growled between his teeth, parting them a sliver to allow the words to come through. For as long as he held her gaze, his single glaring eye had, for once, softened. Its flame vanquished, in place it boasted an uncharacteristic gentleness for the woman and her doubts. "Iiiff iiit iss whaat yoou wiiish. Theen Iii shaaall maake it sooo."

Raheerah did not know entirely what it would entail. He didn't know what would be expected of him, or how he should conduct himself; but if that was what Xi'nuata wanted, then he would do it for her. And, surely, she would tell him what he needed to do. The beast had pledged himself to Lham, but she was bound to the monk for the security he provided; though it gave him jealousy of all the attention the monk was given, zealous respect for his Lham kept him at bay from her. Xi'nuata was not near as holy as Lham but she provided him a satisfaction for his hunger that no other creature could, and for that reason he was indebted to her. He would do as she wished, loyally as a hound to its keeper. Even if it meant adhering to her side as more than her shadow, but as part of her, as she would be part of him.