Ember & Shrade
Ember nearly growled at Shrade when she watched him move about like a bumbling fool. She hated to see him like this, and much preferred the hard-core bad-ass side of him that had taught her to be the deadly person she is today. "Since you are with Ember, I suppose you are welcome to a meal while you're here." Ember stiffened at this and narrowed her eyes at Shrade. Why can't he just be his normal self so I won't be... She balled her fists, admitting to herself that yes, she normally would not be caught dead with someone acting like Shrade at the moment, but....
Shrade glanced at the food before noticing Owsla circling him. "What'cha gonna do to champ?" He cocked his head to the left, yes, just like a dog would do, and smiled as if ignorant of how dangerous she could be. "And what'cha do to make fatha' angry? You must stink of war to make him react that way." Stink of war? Yes, I know I do... His posture changed at the words, his lazy and loftily manner changed to that of a skilled and hyper-aware killer. His violet and seductive eyes quickly coming to life, letting anyone know that just because he appeared disinterested didn't mean he didn't pay attention. He actually paid a lot of attention, and was very... focused and present at the moment. A cough from the far side of the room made him turn and shrug at Owsla, changing back to that of a lazy and insolent person.
Ember had watched as her former C.O. come back to the life, but then... She had coughed and brought him back from whatever bad memories he was reliving. She watched as he threw himself onto the cough, sprawled face down, it coon became apparent that he was asleep.