Ouroboros Spine 'cause girl, i'm on a mission

ack, rhaegal makes a noncommittal noise deep in his throat. `s but a scratch. he attempts to brush it off, though he is acutely aware of how hard his heart slams within it's prison of flesh and blood with her so close.

in truth, it didn't even hurt anymore, so long as he was careful not to reopen what had already tentatively scabbed.

`m alright, i promise. he aims to reassure her.