>>5536485Glowie hums comfortingly, and takes your hands in her chitin-claw grip. You do not resist. Your talons are larger now than hers, in your nigh-permanent <Dragonshape>.
“I underzztand, my king,” she reassures you. “I will do azz you command. They are your zonzz, too, after all!”
You don’t thinks he does really understand it. This… Being… She is your friend, has been your mate and ally, and you KNOW she has great capacity for love. She nearly died for you, once, in a truly heroic act of devotion and affection. She fawns over you even now, delights at your presence, treasures every soft touch and kind word… But like the Master Race, her concept of love is unlike your own. She was so eager to bear your sons, and yet now she seems unbothered by the prospect of any of their individual deaths.
“You are leaving zoon,” she notes, with a touch of sadness.
“Yes,” you agree.
She squeezes your hands more closely, and hums her ‘love song’.
“Be zzafe,” she asks of you. “Come home zzoon, my love."
