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The phoenix was probably observing the exchange of words as it remained silent in Quil's mind. It didn't bother the elf one bit, her silence gave him time to be himself and to claim his thoughts as his alone. At the drow's consent, Quil stepped forward and crossed the distance between them, his movements slowed by both hunger and thirst. He reached out a hand tentatively, making small movements as not to look threatening. She was definitely a danger to him but at least not for the moment. At the moment, he needed her to survive.
Quil gently laid a hand on the Drow's shoulder. A warm feeling instantly spread through the Drow's body as her clothes and armor dried up, powdered salt falling back onto the sand. He removed his hand from her shoulder as soon as she was completely dry. He stepped back and began looking around. Driftwood littered the beach. It would be an easy task to keep warm throughout the night. Not that he needed it. He was warm enough with the phoenix fire running through his veins. His eyes fell on her bow and arrow. Fish would be easy to catch with the sharp tipped weapons...if she was willing to use them for that purpose. The capsized ship wasn't the most comfortable but it would provide shelter for the meantime. And finally, the daunting cliff. His mind conjured up images of ships smashing on it.
He turned his attention back to the Drow and at the new offer she extended to him. On a normal day, he would have laughed at her offer. He was done following orders. He was free now...
His eyes flicked back to the cliff.
Well, free... in a way...
"Fine." Quil finally agreed. His eyes settled onto her small boat. "Would you mind...? Water?" He rasped.
Quil gently laid a hand on the Drow's shoulder. A warm feeling instantly spread through the Drow's body as her clothes and armor dried up, powdered salt falling back onto the sand. He removed his hand from her shoulder as soon as she was completely dry. He stepped back and began looking around. Driftwood littered the beach. It would be an easy task to keep warm throughout the night. Not that he needed it. He was warm enough with the phoenix fire running through his veins. His eyes fell on her bow and arrow. Fish would be easy to catch with the sharp tipped weapons...if she was willing to use them for that purpose. The capsized ship wasn't the most comfortable but it would provide shelter for the meantime. And finally, the daunting cliff. His mind conjured up images of ships smashing on it.
He turned his attention back to the Drow and at the new offer she extended to him. On a normal day, he would have laughed at her offer. He was done following orders. He was free now...
His eyes flicked back to the cliff.
Well, free... in a way...
"Fine." Quil finally agreed. His eyes settled onto her small boat. "Would you mind...? Water?" He rasped.
