For a moment, the withered, somberness had vanished from Hedljrim as he beamed with joy at her words--getting up from his seat and indulging himself to a small dance, tapping his bare feet against the flooring. As much as she tried to retain an air of professionalism around the primorelf, she couldn't stop herself from giggling at the sight of the elderly man moving his body in frivolity.
Heldjrim clapped his hairy, stubby hands together, letting out a soft, "Woo!", as he celebrated earning the protection of Iris.
"Is that normal?'
Covering her mouth in an attempt to stifle her laughter, Iris asked in between giggles leaving her lips as the dancing came to a stop as the primorelf had reached his limit.
"I guess you could say we're a bit more of free-spirits than our uptight brethren, although my old bones don't allow me to partake in such dances for very long these days!"
