[Toothless lets out a sad little purr, leaning into her hand affectionately. He might not be cognizant enough of the tradition, of what's going on, but he can sense the emotion in the air, the tension. The despair. It's rough on him to see his people sad, but he isn't sure if he can approach his rider. For now, he hangs back, looking from Hiccup to Chyler again, curling loosely on the grass to wait.
When she lays a hand on his shoulder, she can probably feel him exhale a shuddering breath. He's quick to scrub at his eyes with the heel of his hand, wiping away the gathered tears that had not quite fallen yet. His father's lantern, brightly lit, bobs along the water, and he tracks it for as long as he can before he tries on a watery smile.]
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When she lays a hand on his shoulder, she can probably feel him exhale a shuddering breath. He's quick to scrub at his eyes with the heel of his hand, wiping away the gathered tears that had not quite fallen yet. His father's lantern, brightly lit, bobs along the water, and he tracks it for as long as he can before he tries on a watery smile.]
Sorry. Sorry, uh. Hey, Chyler.