"I… must be…" Erik groaned. His heart was pounding, his legs were quaking, and sweat poured down his back. He was doing everything he could to stay standing under the mountain of pressure Daelion was burying him under, even knowing this was likely just a fraction of the true power this blood dragon could bring to bear.
The only place he felt nothing was the small spot on his right shoulder where Morganae was still sitting, unbothered by what was happening.
But before the pressure became too much, Elora disentangled herself from her father's arms, crossed her own in front of her chest, and narrowed her eyes as she floated in front of him at eye-height. "Be nice, Dad!" she complained.
Immediately, the pressure was lifted and Erik gasped for breath as he staggered. Irritation rose at being treated like this, but he quickly suppressed it again. He had no idea how he'd handle meeting his own daughter's lover, but he couldn't imagine it'd be much better.
