[The attacks leave minor scratches in the creature that its eyes wince at, but they fail to do any real damage—definitely not enough to stop it in its new goal of making sure this particular Chosen can return to his feet and get to safety.
The creature's head is hardly soft enough to be an immediate comfort, but it is capable of being gentle. It presses its short snout against Scott's shoulder, rubbing back and forth in the hopes of calming him.
Zekarion, having managed to push himself halfway upright, watches with exhausted concern as wisps of darkness start to evaporate from his skin.]
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The creature's head is hardly soft enough to be an immediate comfort, but it is capable of being gentle. It presses its short snout against Scott's shoulder, rubbing back and forth in the hopes of calming him.
Zekarion, having managed to push himself halfway upright, watches with exhausted concern as wisps of darkness start to evaporate from his skin.]