Raylin felt the babies anguish and was instinctively trying to sooth the baby. The tension between the two strong males. Whimpering as it was scaring him. He didn't want his friends to fight. When he heard Ricardo's words his eyes went wide. "RICARDO DO NOT TALK TO AZRIAL LIKE THAT!" He cried out. He felt the rubbing on his stomach and tears rimmed his eyes as somehow he felt the feelings that Azrial felt. His hand going out and touching his cheek. Trying to take away some of the hurt and pain his friend felt. He nodded his head. "Yeah. We are okay." He said softly. Blushing as his stomach was nuzzled. "Please...I don't want my friends to fight..." He said in a soft pleading voice to them both. He took the juice and sipped at it. Hoping Ricardo wouldn't push this any further. He wondered how much of it was worry and protectiveness...and how much was that dragon territorialness.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ricardo listened to him and started to feel a bit bad. He needed to protect Raylin. The guy had been through enough heartbreak. He couldn't allow this man to get the guy's hopes up just to crush them when he left. He was certain the guy was going to leave after the baby was born. He looked away. Yeah. Dammit. Why did the man have to point that out?! He was angry with him but at the same time he felt a bit guilty for saying what he said in his anger. Just a bit bad that he said it.</span><br/><br/>Raylin whimpered a bit when he felt the sadness and pain grow. He didn't understand the growing pain. "Wha???" He said in shock. Mate? They were not mates! Ricardo was like his brother. The guy was just over protective after those two events. After Martello and him almost getting raped by some traveller. His one arm was resting against the table which when it turned red hot caused him to yelp and jump backwards from it. Causing him to grab onto the chair behind him to keep from falling. The side of his sleeve was burnt through and there was a red mark where the sleeve had once been.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ricardo moved quickly and set Raylin in the chair again. Not noticing the light burn as he listened to Azrial speak. "WHAT?! MATE?!" He echoed. "HE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND LIEGE! It is my sworn duty to protect him! I can't allow someone who is probably just passing through to get his hopes up and just crush them if he leaves!" He said in a growl. "I was out of line with the prior comment I made. For that I apologize. Raylin is not my mate." He said. Shaking his head. "He is someone I too would protect with my life. He has been through bad things and I don't want to see him hurt again!" He said with a growl. His fists balling up and shaking at his side. "YOURS?!" He echoed in anger. He couldn't fault the guy his logic. It sent him into a rage so to protect Raylin from himself he turned into a black serpantine body of a drakken and flew out of the area. "I NEED TO CALM DOWN!" He growled out. Vanishing down the hallway.</span><br/><br/>Raylin's tears that had been rimming his eyes. "I don't want my friends to fight..." He whimpered a bit. Watching Azrial go to the door. "Don't...don't leave...." He pleaded. Tears starting to trail down his cheeks. His hand resting on the baby who seemed to be reacting with his feelings. He didn't know why that was. He just felt like something was tugging on his heartstrings. He bit his lip. He wasn't mates with Ricardo. They were just really close. Ricardo was just over protective after he was almost raped by a travelling male. He whimpered as his arm stung and yet he made himself finish the juice. He got up and ran over to Azrial. Throwing his arms around him even as the place that had been burnt through his sleep was now a bright red from the red hot table touching it. "Please don't hurt Azrial...he didn't mean it. He is just over protective because of Martello and that traveller." He said softly. He clung to him tightly. Burying his face in his chest. "Please don't fight. Please don't be sad. It makes me sad feeling and seeing you upset." He said in a soft voice.