Arcaeus stared at Janelle as she put her boots on, not really noticing what she was doing. He heard her ask, "As for your other question, what do you think I am?" He shook his heard, snapping back  to reality. "It's not an object. And I..." he hesitated, " I think you're a dragon.I know it doesn't make sense. Which is why we're going to Moesbe." he finished. "I had a dream last night. And I saw your eyes... and other things." He started walking, rubbing his head, messing up his hair even more. He decided to pull up his hood, and handed Janelle the spare cloak, as it was starting to rain just a little bit heavier.<span style="font-style: italic">Good. I don't need her staring at me like she has been. It makes me uneasy. I just need time to think.</span>he pondered.<br/><br/>Arcaeus waited for her to answer his question, curious to see if she would answer truthfully or not. He risked a quick glance at her and she seemed to shimmer in the rain, what sunlight there was gleaming off her. Her eyes were glowing and she wore a warming smile. He couldn't help himself and smirked shyly and looked away quickly.