Opal smiled like a secret friend spying their lover returning. When she settled with her drink, speaking away, he snagged a large piece of ice from his own drink and set to rubbing it along her pink face, her temples, even those hands if she let him. At times, he would blow across it making the air cooler on her now dripping skin. Small touch, but it did help a little.
"Ah Ivory, I was quite alright. I understand these Dragon-blooded a bit more than the average Lunar. I may be the worst Lunar Luna ever embraced, but I do have a few tricks up these sleeves." He gave a sincere wink, looked around, and snuggled up closer to whisper with her conspiratorially.
"If you wish to learn more of that shadow, I am sure there are ways to delve into that mystery even if it has been extinguished. We just have to give it some thought. Something in me believes Onyx has a role to play in our journeys. Of that, I am certain. He could have called the Wyld Hunt upon on us, as to of Arada. Their word could cleanse us from their world with scarce will employed, truly. And yet...they do not. I think some of the Dragon-blooded, for all of their flaws, may be coming to realize, their are larger problems to deal with than us. I know you despise them, and do not fault you for that. I would battle by your side for eternity against them if you ask that of me."
His smile was a delicious comfort, touch like snow. Slipping his hands into her hair, he brushed it with a determined skill, kneeding the muscles until the stress bound in her head lessened. He teased the pieces, beginning to braid them much like the Haslanti, into a crown of braids. "Tell me what you wish to do, and I will forever follow to help."