Without much formality, Ainsley quickly got to his feet and ran off from the room. The very image of the morphed dragon was enough to trigger his flight-or-fight response. He quickly recognized the danger and had to leave to survive. He didn't care if it was rude on his part, but he could argue with himself. Even the ones that were like Lupin ran away; what more of him, a human?
It's just that before he could leave the hallway that led to the dining hall, he ran into Sinclair. He collided with the firm body, with its arms embracing him to catch his fall. As a reflex, he also grabbed onto Sinclair's shirt.
"Ainsley, what happened? I felt Father's power from a distance—"
"I want to go home, Sinco!" Ainsley basically cried out as he clawed at Sinclair. "Monsters… there are monsters here…"
