Slic3man

Smiles warmly, receding into his burrow of blankets with his brothers. The softness and warmth is welcoming, as he drags Rissing inside with him as if Rissing was in a cacoon.

Gives a soft sigh, holding him close while he dozes off in to a light sleep, ever worried for someone to murder him in his sleep. His hand remaining on the beautiful crystal red bladed dagger, some small drips of blood stain it as a small wounds remains open at the palm of his hand, giving the dagger a slightly hellish look.

Continues smiling, sitting Rissing down along the sides of the dirt hole he dragged him into. He then wraps him in more blankets as if he were a spider, making sure he is comfy.