“It’s slightly more complicated than that… But yes, he is skilled, very skilled."
Dactrin could see the look on Tristan's face change. He was curious how she knew this mysterious student. He was pleased to hear she was willing and ready when the time was right to introduce him to Tychus. He was preparing questions for him the moment they had the chance to meet up. Tristan inhaled deeply as the topic changed, breakfast coming back to mind. He took a moment to inhale as well, his stomach growling for what seemed to be the first time, but felt like it had been protesting for awhile now as it squeezed painfully. How long had it been since he and Tristan had been talking together outside? He wasn't sure as he hadn't kept track. He simply had enjoyed the moment and getting to know her and her daemon. He figured he must have impressed Beau with his social skills. But even Beau had to have noticed how easy it was to speak with Tristan as she made him feel at ease, all of his normal worries and frustrations completely gone from where it usually sat front of mind.
When Tristan unexpectedly wrapped her arms around the side of his Dactrin's eyes widened. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react but before he could start analyzing the situation he instinctively tucked the arm she was holding closer to him, feeling her warmth as they were close now, his other hand clasping over hers for a moment. She seemed to be someone he could call friend. If not bravely out loud at least to himself. Although his face had dropped in alarm for but a moment, a soft smile came back, especially when he saw hers, and with her tugging him along he matched her pace to make their way to the food that was teasing both of their stomachs.
“Wait…”
Dactrin stopped when Tristan said this, looking around for what had caught her attention. Her arm loosened from his but her closeness but was not lost for long as he felt her soft fingers entwine with his, their hands embracing now. Without removing her hand grip with his she started speaking with someone she knew, giving them a side hug only to come back to his side. He looked to her friend curiously. By the way she was acting, she seemed to have no difficulties making friends as it seemed her personality was not shy and a kind disposition. He found it curious how close she stayed by him and he was surprised at how much he liked it, secretly hoping she wouldn't break away from him and leave his hand cold. Dactrin looked to Aki as they were introduce, giving him a small nod and saying "hey, nice to meet you." He knew he had seen Aki in classes before but, as with all other students, he kept to himself and had never started a conversation with him. Hopefully Aki didn't think of him as some students did, as the strange quiet one in class.
Beau leaned in to Sierra as she scratched on top of his head, her nails lazily scraping his skin deep down past his fur, a spot not normally scratched. It felt devine. It took all of Beau's focus not to let the good feeling melt him like butter. He leaned in to Sierra as a show of his affection and to help keep him balanced. Not surprisingly she didn't seemed fazed by the weight of his leaning, he knew she was a strong woman from the start. A soft murmur and grumble escaped his lips from time to time when her scratches hit just the right spot. When Sierra spoke Beau opened his half-closed eyes to focus on whom she was speaking about, seeing the white group coming towards them. He saw Rin and her daemons, noticing the strikingly white wolf. He took Sierra's warning but thought it would be interesting to meet Rin and her daemons sometime soon. Beau half closed his eyes once more as Sierra's scratching deepened. His thick tail whipped from side to side every so softly, thudding against Sierra from time to time.
Dactrin was going to ask Aki a question to try and engage in conversation when he noticed Tristan responding to some notification of her phone. He found it fascinating that she, along with other girls as he's noticed, kept her phone down her shirt. It seemed to make perfect sense as a place for keeping even a small wallet without the need for pockets. But something wasn't right as he face changed and her grip tightened. After she made her apology Dactrin gave Aki a small wave and said "I'm sure I'll see you around in class" before he was tugged away by Tristan, in a hurry to go somewhere important. He looked to her, noticing her face and the change of tone in her voice. Although something was not right he did enjoy the way she sounded at the moment, her accent more prominent. "Is everything ok?" he asked, following her lead.
Dactrin looked to the door they were entering, seeing it to be the infirmary. This couldn't be good. Who was she speaking about?
“Dactrin… Meet Tychus… Don’t bother being worried about him, this happens more often than you think…”
Tychus lay down, obviously hurt, obviously having tried to help himself already and not quiet succeeding. The wound looked terrible though was only a sliver of what Dactrin imagined could happen if a student entered the woods alone. He watched intently as Tristan quickly wrote on Tychus' leg four runes. He was not well versed in this field and felt out of place as she began helping Tychus in a way he could not at this point in his education and training. He was impressed by her skill and how calm she remained while she attended Tychus. He returned Tristan's smile with a small one of his own, watching her intently as she continued to help heal Tychus.
Dactrin waited patiently with Tristan for Tychus to regain full consciousness. He placed his hand on her shoulder to give her moral support, though he was unsure if she was upset with worry or upset with anger. Either way she was definitely upset and although she seemed like a girl who could hold her own he offered his support for her anyway.
Eventually Tychus awoke and his first actions surprised Dactrin as he began signing to Tristan who seemed to understand him. He was very surprised to see Tychus signing as his form of communication and wondered if he was deaf or simply mute. Dactrin was then completely taken aback when the sword that hadn't even been considered by him as being alive, began moving and altering it's form to make a protective piece around Tychus' injured leg. Was this one of his daemons? Perhaps it was something different that was made to react by certain external cues as a hunters aid? He had focused so much on the one daemon he was after and his physical training that he hadn't payed much attention to the other various types of dameons that could be out there. "What exactly is that on his leg there?" Dactrin asked Tristan, motioning to the newly formed armor plating. He had come to his own conclusion that Tychus was deaf and could not hear them.