Honestly it was the closest thing to a Thank You as Mick will get but he's grateful that the half-dragon saved his life. He takes the plate of food without protest and picks at it, nibbling here or there and eating slow. He's hungry but he's still a little woozy. He studies the other with different eyes. He's never really had a friend like him before, someone he'd bonded with so easily or that could care for him so quickly. Most contacts he had were barely trustworthy, but just, and he wouldn't call them friends per se. They'd cut ties if it were ever too much trouble to remain in contact. And in a situation like the one he was in, none of them would've stepped in to help for fear of risking their own lives or outing themselves. Many wouldn't want to be associated with him in general. Especially now they'll be wanted men.
"Have you eaten?" Obviously the dragon slept at least a little bit. His tail flicks in a slow, thoughtful rhythm as he eats.
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Date: 2016-09-10 09:16 pm (UTC)"Have you eaten?" Obviously the dragon slept at least a little bit. His tail flicks in a slow, thoughtful rhythm as he eats.