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

Tzila was a complicated person. Her feelings towards Astaroth were strong, but she wasn't at the point where she was head over heels for him. She had never loved anyone before and doing so would never come easy. She wasn't ready to be tied down, but she did not want to be left in the dust, forgotten either. Letting things play out on their own, seemed like her most ideal option now. Who knows what would unfold.

"T-thanks...I'm glad you feel that way." She was still tense, still an emotional roller coaster. She just wondered if said feelings would change, if by some slim chance his long-lost friend miraculously appeared again. The thought was fleeting and she let him rest against her, in turn grazing her nose along his shoulder. "I would certainly hope so! But still, I'm scared." Another more pressing thought entered her mind. They couldn't hide her state forever and it would be wrong of her to keep it from Hua, who so far had been nothing short of generous. "We need to tell Hua about this. I don't think she knows..."