"Flame eternal..." Haelvia sighed... "Alright, Loki, what's this about?"
The arrogant blockhead was a member of Guild Metal Wolf, just like she was.
In theory, he was one of the shields that guarded her left and/or right. In theory, Loki would take an arrow for her in a heartbeat... and she, the same for him.
Theories... She was starting to hate herself for her nonsensical rationalization.
"I uh..." Loki was fidgeting, kicking at the dirt... looking altogether unsure of himself.
"Spit it out, you," Haelvia urged.
When she was talking to Coraline, it was easy for her to stay focused. Without the elf's light, slightly musical, excitement, Haelvia's fatigue was quickly blanketing her brain. It made her irritable.
Loki was generally nice to look at... but Haelvia didn't care for that.
She wanted to sleep, not listen to a brat's useless whining.
"I've been thinkin'..." He said.
