The silver haired male made a tired sighing sound, reaching up to momentarily rub at his forehead. He was quite tired out by the thoughts of everything that had gone on recently. Jenna’s embrace was a welcome gesture for him, and he moved to rest his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Unfortunately, it’s not about personal image,” He grunted. “It’s about diplomacy, and survival. Those dragons obviously came from somewhere. If we can get them to surrender and even win them over, who knows what will happen…”