OOC Lol for stating the obvious, he is such a dork
The hybrid glanced over the woman with concern, watching as she nodded her assurance and calmed down enough to release her muzzle. Her eyes fast narrowed upon him and his ears lowered in return submissively. He even chanced a glance at the ground. The tawny man wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but her presence was like the beating of drums sounding in his head, keeping him awake. He was in a poor state, his usually groomed mane sticking up in various odd places, the front plastered to his forehead, and still dripping from the rains. The storm was monstrous. His cloak had proven little help and the torrential downpour had soon soaked him to his very core. He was thankful to have brought his shield. All manner of things had been swept up by the wind, keeping visibility to an all-time low until a vibrant strike of lightning would light up the world around them before plummeting them into darkness once again. Thunder cracked loudly outside the courthouse, rattling him.
His offer to help was brushed aside and Sidra shouldered past him, tugging desperately on the door knob. The sound of her fist banging loudly on the door was loud even in his water-logged ears, and he turned sharply towards it. Swiftly she was back in her original spot, bemoaning their situation, as if it helped. That was something he'd rather not be reminded of. The hybrid said nothing himself and slid to the floor. Chills racked his body, and he rubbed at his arms, keeping his body tight to regain what little warmth he could. His lids were heavy and he blinked slowly, keeping his focus on the floor or ceiling rather than the dusky woman on the opposite side of the room. She was staring at him, or glaring, more likely. And her voice broke the stillness after a while. He shrugged as best he could. "You could try breaking it down..." He mused, chancing a glance over at her, before adding, "...or...we could just wait here." It was doubtful that she'd be able to break it down on her own, and he didn't have the strength to try. The storm sapped his strength and he had little energy to spare. "which is ...uh, fine by me-- really."
The tawny man shifted uncomfortably just now realizing that he was still wearing his shield. He adjusted just enough so he could slip the strap over his head and off and rested the thing on the floor beside him. It's front was scarred and battered from the debris, and it was blessing really that he'd had it with him, or else he might not have escaped as well off as he had. He was still terribly cold though, and rummaged among his things for a blanket, wrapping it hastily and sloppily about himself. Alister sat there for a time, recovering, until his mind was no longer so clouded and he could think clearly again. He shifted slightly so he was facing her, "soooo..." He drawled. "This is awkward..."
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