Luneshale Pass bite & blood

"i reek of the desert and sheep's-blood," khusobek retorted, though he drew somewhat nearer, muzzle dipping to touch the warmth emanating along inji's throat.

he wanted to say he cared; the words lodged in his proud craw and instead the crocodile murmured, "one day i might very well leave this place. i will ask you then to come with me. do not answer now."

thus he was indeed solemn, his face and its smirking nature reduced for a quiet intensity, a subtle thaw to the frigid currents of his stare.