“…you’re…thanking me. .” confused for the mere moment, she felt sweat drip down her cheek. More so since she couldn’t put a handle on how she managed to help him. Though it was also safe for her to think that maybe she acted as a mere messenger for the boy. Who truly knew but him.
Hm? What’s wrong? -Dalkazar asked, as he saw how Shyvana started feeling a little bit uncomfortable.-
“Nothing is wrong boy.” She assured, taking a look to the boys arm, moving close for a mother thorough inspection. “This arm of yours is quite a marvel though.”