Rizon: *just keeps quiet now as Sekhmet finishes dressing his wound, then he plucks up his shirt, pulling it on properly* Sorry, your highness. I’ll stop whining about it. You’re right – it is unbecoming of a dragon to whine about anything trivial. I should not have opened my mouth. Forgive me, your majesty. *bows his head again*
Sephiroth: *”I shouldn’t get too big of a head about them, however. One day there’s going to come a time where they are going to be of no use whatsoever.”* *thankfully nods as the plates of meat are deposited on the ground in front of him, then he takes most of them into his tent for proper storage, leaving one out for cooking now*