[ She quietly searches their face as they hold her, and though she can feel their grip tightening, she isn't afraid. Instead, her expression saddens. It appears as though their armor finally has a weak point... and who knows if that crack can ever truly be repaired?

Pitaya can be a jerk, and that's putting it lightly - a part of her will always be angry that they attacked her kingdom and frightened her people for little more than an attempt to alleviate their boredom - but even she doesn't feel they deserve the internal torment going onside inside of them. Had this gone on any longer, she might have reached up to touch their cheek in an attempt to show comfort.

But they release her, and back off. She stands up, brushing sand off her dress, understanding what's to come when their wings come out.

She's been asking them to trust her, and now she'll have to trust them - trust them to be wise with their pain, not to attack others in an attempt to share it or make it weaken. She takes a breath, and even if they can't see it, she nods in understanding. ]

... And it was good to see you, Pitaya Dragon Cookie. Whenever you're ready, I will be here to talk... to drink... to fight.

[ Ultimately, to just be there for them. ]