"I sure fucking hope so," Faelan quips, leaning back a little as he realized the dragon was waking up. Her nightmare was still fresh in his mind, like it was his own. Crying wasn't something he did often, but her emotions going through the bond struck him hard. Actively holding back his tears, he looked at her, trying to make sure she was okay before he got off of her. Her eyes were blood shot, the fear of her dreams showing. He understood the look, and tried to sympathize with her, but didn't really know how to comfort her.<br/><br/>"Want a drink to calm down?" he asked, offering the only thing he relied on. A small, hopefully comforting smile found it's way to his lips as he genuinely tried to help.