Ok, here it is. The next chapter in the drabble series. Sorry for the long wait, I just had a small lack of inspiration. Nothing like a holiday to clear things like that up! Anyway, I'm back and ready with some new fic ideas. Now to this fic!

Sometimes I feel as though however strong I get, it's doesn't mean a thing to Cowlquape.

Tonight, the two of us were making our way through each of the taverns trying to get information on glowing figures that might be my crew. We passed a tavern and saw a bartender being bullied by some goblins and I thought that this would be a brilliant time to show off some of those fighting techniques I knew and woe Cowlquape once and for all.

I told him that I was going to help and he at once pulled me back. His touch was heavenly, might I add and I actually considered staying behind. He said it was dangerous and I could get hurt and I felt very smug about it. After all, Cowlquape had always been a head-turner with the boys and him holding my arm the way he was, made nearby boys exchanging looks with each other that plainly said, "They're together."

Also, it was one of those rare opportunities where he revealed how worried he was about me. I was touched by his concern, but I had to go anyway and save the day. Maybe if I allowed a single cut on my persons and pretended it hurt, Cowlquape might dress it for me and clean it. I told him that he didn't have to come with me but I had to do it for the bartender's good nonetheless. I was rather hoping that my rescue speech would make Cowlquape think I was very brave.

I watched his face carefully for a tear that I could brush away or a slight tremble that would allow me to comfort him but all he did was let go of my arm and I could see that he didn't plan on coming. I got up haughtily at this lack of emotion and I strode purposely into the room, sword in hand. I decided to be carefree, I had a good feeling that Cowlquape would like me better if I remained calm and might even compliment me on it later.

I ordered a drink and when I saw Cowlquape slink into the room a moment later, I ordered one for him as well. Then the fight broke out. After the scuffle I turned to Cowlquape, expecting him to be talking to someone else or looking out the window at the other Undertowners.

Instead he was rushing towards me, and stopped just short of me and touched a cut on my forehead. "Are you hurt?" he asked worriedly and I had the good sense to nod, pretending to grimace in pain. "Let's forget those drinks you ordered," he said glancing at the mess I had made in the fight, "and get something for that wound."

I couldn't help grin as Cowlquape led me away from the remains of the fight. Things were starting to look up.