[Shortly after, before she can second or third or tenth-guess herself, an image attachment arrives.
It's a photo of a charcoal sketch of a dragon, cobbled together from what she's seen of the wyverns at the monastery and what she saw him riding briefly, from a great distance: her best rendition of his mount, tensed and about to take flight off of a smudged rock or something similar.
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It's a photo of a charcoal sketch of a dragon, cobbled together from what she's seen of the wyverns at the monastery and what she saw him riding briefly, from a great distance: her best rendition of his mount, tensed and about to take flight off of a smudged rock or something similar.
A brief text follows.]
I'm really, really sorry.
I'll stay away next time, if you want me to.
I promise.