Rogue nodded when Draco asked if he needed a cup. "I need one after today. The Gala took quite a turn today didn't it?" He asked as he sipped his cup. "This shows we're both getting old." He gave a wry smile at that statement.<br/><br/>He then took another sip of his tea and gave her a reassuring pat on the back. "You did good kiddo. No one likes to see blood but sometimes you can't prevent yourself from any injury."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Fenrir felt Moriko's arms around him as he wiped his eyes and looked at her in the face. He knew he must have distressed her, just like he did everyone in Fairy Tail on the day his arm was lost. He gave a small brave smile. "That old model needed replacing anyway." He stated calmly and firmly as he kissed both of her cheeks then pecked her lips softly.<br/><br/>"I'll be alright love. Until a new model is made I still have one good arm to hold and protect you with." He placed his forehead onto hers, giving a small rueful chuckle.