Draven had already turned to leave when his sensitive ears caught the sound of her surprised gasp. Perhaps because this wasn't the first time this happened, he was able to react fast enough to save her from falling this time.
'And she says she's not clumsy?' he wanted to ask as he held back a smile.
His mate seemed to be very skilled in finding opportunities to fall down as if she were beloved by the ground. He wondered how she could survive in that dead mountain full of rocks and gnarly roots. How many times had she fallen like this and had hurt herself?
Once Ember was steady on her feet, she looked up at him with that same dazed gaze caused by the influence of his scent.
Fortunately, Draven was prepared and kept his own rationality. He held her on her shoulders before stepping away. He said coldly, "Get back to your senses."
