[ The raid has left all of them shaken and Dokja feels his own energy levels sinking to a low he didn't think possible. As much as he'd love to pass out for days, there's still so much left to do.
He's quiet as he nods, gaze trained on the pouch before he shifts his eyes to the side. ]
He'll be okay, then. Get him to a shrine and you'll see him again after a few days.
[ Maybe more. And maybe he's also saying this to comfort himself to help with his own loss. ]
[ Actually, that makes a lot of sense and Dokja feels kind of stupid for not thinking about it sooner. Dragons don't have a need for clothes, do they? ]
Ah, sure.
[ Why is he patting his pockets like he's suddenly going to pull out an entire wardrobe from them. ]
[ It feels... kind of comforting to talk about the dead like they're just away for a holiday. ]
I'll be right back.
[ Good thing he'd just moved to Greentruth a few days ago... Dokja heads off to where he'd left his things, then comes back a handful of minutes later with clothes! It's just a shirt and pants... He has no idea what shoe size Syrlya is. ]
Here. [ Holds them out for her to take. ] By the way, I don't think I caught your name.
[ Borrowing clothes for him is really reassuring. Tsunami is already feeling a lot less shaken up. She sits back on her haunches while she waits for Dokja to come back, her broad tail curling from side to side behind her. She's still anxious, but... Syrlya will get this stuff when he. Wakes up? "Wakes up" is a good way to think of it, she decides.
She perks up as Dokja returns, and takes the shirt and pants gratefully. Wow, they fold up so small... She tucks them into her pouch with the other stuff. The pants come a little bit unfolded in the process, and she ends up with a trouser leg sort of trailing out of the pouch that she has to scrunch back in awkwardly. It's fine! ]
[ Honestly, this is probably the best interaction he's ever had with a dragon? The ones from back home had always been so eager to kill him or destroy the world so this is an upgrade for sure.
Satisfied that she's all set, he takes a step back. ]
I'm Kim Dokja. Just Dokja is fine. [ Now that he's stashed the gun away back at his place, it's not as weird seeing Tsunami in all her gun-less glory. ] If you ever need anything or even have questions, feel free to ask me, alright?
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[ Her claws go to the pouch around her neck. It contains some of Syrlya's other possessions, too, but the gun wouldn't fit in there.
She opens her mouth like she's going to say something else, but seems to decide against it. ]
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He's quiet as he nods, gaze trained on the pouch before he shifts his eyes to the side. ]
He'll be okay, then. Get him to a shrine and you'll see him again after a few days.
[ Maybe more. And maybe he's also saying this to comfort himself to help with his own loss. ]
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[ Her claws twitch, like she's going to hold onto the pouch, but she seems to think better of it, and lowers her talons to the ground. ]
Is it... does it really work like that? He'll really just come back?
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As long as you keep his shard safe, he'll be fine.
[ And then he tries to offer a smile. It's strained, not at all convincing, but it's what he can manage at the moment. ]
It'll be like when you woke up from the chrysalis, so... try to bring a change of clothes for him with you. Something to dry him off with, too.
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Right. Right...
[ She looks down at the pouch again, her scaly brow creasing in concern. ]
I... guess I'll have to ask one of you guys about clothes. I don't really know how those work.
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Ah, sure.
[ Why is he patting his pockets like he's suddenly going to pull out an entire wardrobe from them. ]
I can get you some of my things if you wait here?
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[ She tilts her head like she seriously is expecting him to pull it out of his pockets for a moment there. How would she know! ]
Thank you! I'll... when he comes back. I'll let him know, so he can give them back?
[ If... he'd want them back? She's not sure what the deal is with that. ]
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[ It feels... kind of comforting to talk about the dead like they're just away for a holiday. ]
I'll be right back.
[ Good thing he'd just moved to Greentruth a few days ago... Dokja heads off to where he'd left his things, then comes back a handful of minutes later with clothes! It's just a shirt and pants... He has no idea what shoe size Syrlya is. ]
Here. [ Holds them out for her to take. ] By the way, I don't think I caught your name.
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She perks up as Dokja returns, and takes the shirt and pants gratefully. Wow, they fold up so small... She tucks them into her pouch with the other stuff. The pants come a little bit unfolded in the process, and she ends up with a trouser leg sort of trailing out of the pouch that she has to scrunch back in awkwardly. It's fine! ]
Oh, right. I'm Tsunami. What about you?
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Satisfied that she's all set, he takes a step back. ]
I'm Kim Dokja. Just Dokja is fine. [ Now that he's stashed the gun away back at his place, it's not as weird seeing Tsunami in all her gun-less glory. ] If you ever need anything or even have questions, feel free to ask me, alright?