Dragongal
Miss Medic
Arryn listened intently to Dayn. She could understand where he was coming from, but she really wished he wouldn't worry so much.Once he finished speaking she leaned forward and lightly kissed his forehead. "You're not just a man. You're a lycanthrope Thaumaturgist who practices pyromancy and aeromancy, and is a fantastic bladesman. And more than that, you're my husband." Arryn nuzzled against his cheek. "My Dayn."