Swiftcurrent Creek Not today, not tomorrow

Arric pulled a face and looked at her with blue eyes. Giving a small snort. But his eyes danced merrily at her.

I will thank him. He did, but he won't talk about it. Arric shifted. Uncomfortable that he couldn't help the man more. That Akavir obviously needed to talk but wouldn't. It drove him mad how tight lipped the leader could be at times. He could usually break his icy exterior with words or jests. But this time. He wasn't sharing. 

Let's not do that. I'm already scared to death, I broke you with my size. You're welcome.

Frighteningly that image popped right into his head. Just a barrel bellied Arlette and then pop! And he grimaced and shook his head.