Redsand Canyon I sit on a throne made of carnage

After Alduin shows his distress through a wimpy little whine and rolling onto his back, Nyra expresses immediate concern. Quickly, the prince untucks his curled tail from his legs and nods as he stands. 

“I know. I’m okay, Nyra.” He confirms. A huff of a laugh coming from him as he timidly smiles up at her. “You’re scary when you fight.” He hums as candy apple eyes gaze up lovingly to her. 

Then his face brightens up. “My dad taught me that one. Was it good?”