Draki tskâ€™d. Heâ€™d said too much; that was too bad. Still, he felt he could explain and wash his hands â€“ as it were â€“ of all wrongdoing. The horn distracted him, his gaze flicked toward the source. It seemed to him that the moment he took his eyes off the girl, she had moved. Damn. He tried not to snarl and only succeeded with quite a bit of effort. The coil of his tail snapped back and if heâ€™d had the ability, he would have spread his hands to show he meant her no harm.<br/><br/>Bait? Kalab laughed as he dismounted, wanting to be sure that the two heard him. If that had been the maleâ€™s plan, he didnâ€™t know Nehmahati at all. He came winding through the trees and around the thick underbrush. â€œI told you not to leave the path, dear heart,â€ he said, as if nothing at all were amiss.<br/><br/>Almost everything had changed however. The night had become day abruptly, although the light didnâ€™t show it. Kalab was almost used to the sudden switches; he could never tell what they meant though. It could be days or weeks or even only minutes that had passed outside.<br/><br/>â€œWho is your friend?â€ He shot a glance at the demon, knowing it was a demon, placing himself between it and her almost by accident. â€œI must thank him properly for looking after you and the pup.â€