He hadn't get regained his body yet... in fact it had been far slower than he had anticipated or had the patience for. So, rather than take the advice so freely gifted to him, he insisted instead on a 'genius' plan.
Zephyra had taken a lot of time to convince, and she still had her hand on her chin and tapped her nose with her index finger as her eyebrows stayed in a furrowed position.
"Aw, come on..." Azier groaned. "Just put my head in a bag, and then put my head on that roof. No one will be able to see me up there."
The steadfast warrior didn't move as she continued to contemplate.
"Zephie, come ooooon..." he began with a far more playful tone.
"No." She simply stated and turned her back on him. "Your nickname will not sway me - even if I find it delightful.
