Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

Once again, Tzila tore her eyes away from his own. Though her mind was made up, it was as if she was still deeply conflicted about the predicament she had gotten themselves into. She seemed ready to place all of the blame on herself, to bear the burden of the consequences alone. Like she was looking at this matter as if it were just another screw up on her long list of mistakes in life.

"But...as much as I appreciate that, I want you to be happy. And if it means not being tied down by fatherhood..." Her toes flexed back and forth, as one's fists would during a tense situation. She was fighting her way through this, while against her ribcage, her heart beat a thousand miles a minute. "What would make you happy, Asta?" She pressed, a little more firmly this time. "Going back to the way things were, before all this? Finding what was her name, Ying? Traveling and seeing the wilds?" Tzila was misguided in that anything but parenthood would have him content. From her perspective, it seemed like something he didn't want. Not now.