"She is in her room... Thinking about what she did," Razor said knowing that technically yes his answer was true, but he knew the child would probably not accept it so easily. But it was better then explaining what had actually occurred. "I'll send food to her room tonight so she can eat, but I don't think she'll be willing to join us for a while sadly. I'm afraid...my temperament got the better of me. That is why I smell like her. We fought... and her scent got on me."
He sighed and set his son down and went to get dressed knowing there was no point in trying to wash now. Best to just put on clothes. He pulled some trousers on and then a plain shirt and looked at his son again. "Would you like to go play in the training room for a bit with me? It will help get you to wake up more before we go and eat."
A small smile. "Then you can tell me more about your dragon friend in this dream."
He sighed and set his son down and went to get dressed knowing there was no point in trying to wash now. Best to just put on clothes. He pulled some trousers on and then a plain shirt and looked at his son again. "Would you like to go play in the training room for a bit with me? It will help get you to wake up more before we go and eat."
A small smile. "Then you can tell me more about your dragon friend in this dream."
