Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

That was a tone Engel had never taken with the shadow. She was immediately interested, though the throbbing ache in her foreleg was not entirely forgotten. Part of her wanted to give in, but-- well, she was interested to see where this would go.
I'm fine. She insisted quietly, but she didn't sound entirely sure of that. The Messeda found herself hoping that Engel would react the right way. Enough that she promised herself she would reward him generously for it.