[Sorey almost feels his heart clench in fear when Mikleo pulls away, but it's completely gone when the seraph starts to suddenly manhandle him. All the brunet can do is comply obediently, feeling more than a little relieved that touching him isn't causing the seraph harm. Further proof that he's not Malevolent. This is simply bestial in nature.]

Good! I hadn't felt any different myself, but I was really worried all the same. It was certainly a highly unfortunate moment to remember everything about what dragons meant.

[Not to mention remembering Eizen and that nameless, wandering seraph couple. And... Maotelus, a different kind of dragon altogether. Perhaps the only one of his kind in their world.

He blushes a little when Mikleo straightens his earrings and clears his throat.]

I fear your assessment may be altogether too accurate.

[Sorey walks with his friend over to the oak tree, and sits down with his back against the trunk. He rubs his face tiredly.]

I... remembered something else in there, as well. Courtesy of the Unseelie's illusions. I'm still processing it, to be honest.