[when Tek doesn't come down, Robin's worry begins to surface again. they're relatively small anxieties, little ripples in an otherwise still pond, but they're there. he'd like to believe that Tek likes him (or needs him) enough on this world to not disappear over the horizon... but he never knows for sure, and that's enough to bother him as he slowly picks splinters out of his clothes and waits for the dragon to finally have enough of flying.
it is a relief when he does land, and his kindness does not go unnoticed. Robin is sitting in the dead grass, at this point, mending his jacket with bare fingers and blood stitches. he watches the massive creature drop down through the canopy with a small smile.]
I think I've lost more jackets hanging around you than any other person I've ever known.
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it is a relief when he does land, and his kindness does not go unnoticed. Robin is sitting in the dead grass, at this point, mending his jacket with bare fingers and blood stitches. he watches the massive creature drop down through the canopy with a small smile.]
I think I've lost more jackets hanging around you than any other person I've ever known.