Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140814205432/@comment-24296957-20140818034712

But sadly....we might have to shed more blood...

Amet lightly rested his chin on Deryn's head, taking a deep breath and exhaling. Still hugging her, Amet took one hand away, unwrapped his cloak, and wrapped it around Deryn's neck and head like an enlongated cowl. With the garment draping over her like a shroud, her face was shadowed. Amet smiled.

Walking over to her nightstand, the boy nealy folded her jacket up and stowed it in his waist pocket - he handed Deryn's mask to her.

"The choice is yours.  We can leave it, or bring it without, Dea- ...Deryn."