Ravensblood Forest You're breaking up, you're on your own.

sorry for the wait!

it is not often sam feels flustered, but durnehviir exudes an authority that he can't help but feel slightly chastised by. but he's made this bed and by god he is going to lie in it. there is no room for retreat in the messeda world of conversation. (this is what he tells himself to save himself the indignity of departing with his tail between his legs, for now.)

"about nothing in particular," he confirms, still sheepish. "we've just not had the chance to get to know one another, despite our shared longevity." just a spot of bad timing. surely she'll understand. ahem. "if you'd prefer to be alone at the moment, i can go," samothes adds assuredly, not wanting her to think he's going to awkwardly hover and make small talk at her. he has some class.