Khojin through up her hands in resignation, turning away slightly and muttering something indecipherable. At least the warrior seemed open to conversation. She turned back, slapping Drake on the shoulder as she did. "Go get her, buddy. See if you can manage not to get torn in half." Leaning in, she added, "If you can slip my name in I'd appreciate it. Khojin Malqir, strong 'e' on clan name's second syllable, silent 'h' in the first name if you try to spell it later."
She took a step to the side to give them space, clapping the winged boy on the shoulder once more for luck and flashing him an encouraging, toothy grin.
Enter Adira, rising to the occasion and stepping forward in defense of the kid. Khojin couldn't help but be entertained as the Shao girl tore into the larger woman verbally, reciting almost exactly the same thing Khojin had whispered to the boy just a moment before. The girl was tougher than Khojin had given her credit for; she wondered what she'd look like in combat. Maybe the two Shaos would enter combat against each other. Khojin couldn't help but feel herself get a little giddy.