Sunbeam Lair broken down and dirty

Silver eyes looked coolly at his leader, lips pulled in a straight line. He had been thought from the very beginning to be there for friends, and now she was commanding him to do the exact opposite in his mind. A new light shone upon Asterr now, one not of a wise leader but a grudge holder. He wondered if he still wanted to be here if Asterr kept acting like this, even selfishly wondered if Avannon would come with him if he left. It was much to ask for, he knew, but it was obvious that this place didn't feel like home anymore. It was a prison for a man who was too weak to make it on his own for now, but he would not follow foolish commands. 

When Avannon began breathing more rapidly, almost begging for Asterr to reconsider her command, Jolon knew for sure that he would not follow it. He was rather a good friend than Asterr's pet. Are you so blinded by rage that you cannot see that I am needed for once? I know we had our problems, but do not let Avannon suffer because of it. He said in his monotone voice that was colder than the coming winter. Eyes flashed to the white woman as she stumbled to the dragoness, explaining exactly who had done this despicable thing to her.

Judas was his name, and Jolon made sure to carve it mentally in his brain as to never forget. He'd get him, eventually but for now he could just listen to Avannon's prayers for her to stay near him. No pride nor mockery of "see? Told ya" was present on his face, only a determined look of a male in secret love.