[It's easy to idle on dreamy contemplations of Rohan's sentimentality; doubly so with the ocean so close by, and the steady rhythm of waves lapping at the shore to help carry him away on it. It's easy to think about nothing at all, except that this feels right and good. It's almost even possible to admit to himself that he really feels happy, just for a few precious moments.
What shatters that, though, is a single word: hurts.
He frowns, suddenly alert, yanked out of his calm and into abrupt intent concern as he turns and fixes his eyes on the way Rohan is fussing with his chest, the way the warm dry air rolls over his scaled skin.]
What hurts? Where? What is it, what — in your chest...?
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What shatters that, though, is a single word: hurts.
He frowns, suddenly alert, yanked out of his calm and into abrupt intent concern as he turns and fixes his eyes on the way Rohan is fussing with his chest, the way the warm dry air rolls over his scaled skin.]
What hurts? Where? What is it, what — in your chest...?