[Where Eridanus stands, he nearly shrinks beneath those chastising words. How foolish he is, to not believe wholeheartedly in his Eternal. Behind the jealous guard of his opal maw, his lips press into a thin, insecure line. One of his daggered claws reaches up, idly tracing down the length of one tear-streak scar as the other grips at the ripped fabric of his tattered shirt. His stomach twists, and suddenly guilt casts his once-again pallid features a rosy color.]

N-No, my Lord, [he mumbles quietly, his his gaze downcast and averted,] every moment between us has coalesced and become my entire world... perhaps I am just... shaken from the entire ordeal.

[With the shame of a dog tucking his tail between his legs, Eridanus strides forward in meek steps. He still keeps his eyes lowered, his head bowed, with his ears peeled back. The hand that had found purchase, curled into the fabric of his own shirt, instead reaches out in blind seeking of Lucius' overlarge hand.]

Forgive me for doubting you?