The mesmer watched Keyes with eyes that were a little sharper now that he was waking up properly. Those eyes followed him around the room, watching carefully.
Ewin looked affronted.
"I don't see why you'd say that. We've been getting plenty of exercise. Just fewer bruises," He paused a moment, "Mostly," he added, with a little wink.
"Merila," Ewin smiled. So many friends they hadn't seen in too long. The young sylvari stilled a moment as faces flooded his mind. With a sad smile, he took the mug with gratitude. Gently, he blew over it, not yet taking a sip.
At the feeling of a touch, Ewin's hand automatically moved to wrap his fingers around Keyes' own.
"Arah," Ewin echoed. The word said with equal parts dread and excitement.
"We only just got the stench out from the last trip," he said and added a clearly joking sigh, smirking at Keyes.
He looked over the mugs, noting Keyes' own wink and Ewin's face brightened with a smile, no longer a smirk.
Ewin took a sip and stared into his cup, thoughtful.
"It's dragons, Ewin. She thinks we can use their magic," Keyes said.
The sylvari looked up quickly from the liquid resting in the mug. The mesmer's face was alight with curiosity and his eyes sparkled.
The reflex reaction did not surprise Keyes. But something else came next. The sparkle faded, the look of curiosity began to become diluted with concern.
Ewin inhaled and let the breath out slowly, still thinking. Perhaps trying to keep the excitement at bay.
"Use dragon magic? To do what, exactly?"