Dragoncrest Cliffs inside the lines

Arlo frowns when Wildfire speaks and he shrinks back a little. He hadn’t meant to intrude and he had, disturbing the women he’s meant to keep safe while the others are gone. He can’t help but turn his head to the fiery woman as she makes her request and he casts a glance toward the shell. For a moment longer than necessary, he stares at it, listening as Portia declines any need, before he finally—and reluctantly—moves off to the side. He doesn’t say anything as he picks it up and turns, disappearing out of the cavern.

A few playful insults come his way when he runs into Melchior again on the outside but he does his best to ignore him, feel the coconut, and return.

More of it than he anticipates spills out and his nose wrinkles when it splashes up into his nostrils. The job isn’t an easy one but he still returns the shell to Wildfire, even if it’s only half full. Apologetically, Arlo frowns and backs up several steps to give them their space once more.