[Drael doesn't give him warning, just breaks contact and steps forward, and Kristopher cries terrified alarm at the sight, at Drael placing himself so openly in harms way. They should run! They should find some other place to hide! Kristopher stumbles forward enough to grab Drael's hand and somewhere inside he knows that's the wrong thing to do, that Drael will want free movement and will have wanted him to stay low, but...]
Drael, please...! [A whisper, and a tug at Drael's arm - the only pathetic indication he can give toward a desire for them to escape together. He can't handle this, can't fight this life and death battle and no, no, he can't watch Drael do it either.]
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Drael, please...! [A whisper, and a tug at Drael's arm - the only pathetic indication he can give toward a desire for them to escape together. He can't handle this, can't fight this life and death battle and no, no, he can't watch Drael do it either.]