The Dawn of New

She faltered for a mere moment, and Raheerah twitched an ear back, turning his head only slightly. But he could not see where she had gone, hiding in one of his blind spots. Instead it was her sounds he paid most attention to, and he listened as she fell behind him and quickly came up to his side again, affirming that he had not displeased her - though the sadness in her voice would suggest otherwise. Raheerah did not argue. He turned his head the other way now as she moved on his visible side and watched her. A heartfelt admission left her lips, and the oily beast wanted to soften his gaze. If he were capable of allowing such a look of tenderness to cross his visage, he would have, but it looked only apathetic.

"Aand Iiii to yoouu." He uttered, looking away from her. "For suuurely no otherr produuces such amiable companyyy as yourselff." Raheerah's voice again danced with amusement, the deep rolling of his vocals accentuated by lively, almost uncharacteristic cheer. Raheerah did not often offer jokes of any variety, but they came easily as he spoke to Xi'nuata. He was convinced that it was some subconscious desire to see her smile and raise her spirits - for as much as he staked his claim over her, he wanted her to be happy. She was innocence, too, and he protected her; was good mood not a part of good health?