Aesop slowly opens his eyes from where he knelt down on the ground before the altar of the church. The muffled sounds of the Church bells signified that it is time for the village curfew...

This meant that it was also time for him to hide away in the clocktower to regain his energy... And perhaps even his own powers once again...

As he stood up to his feet, he turns to face you with a blank, empty stare. His body had grown accustomed to the pain of transformation so his expressions were unreadable. Pity. You would've loved to know how he felt, perhaps.

"... I trust that you've made sure everyone is inside...?" he tilts his head as he spoke, bringing a hand to the key on his neck as he pulled it over his head and handed it to you, a way to ask you to keep it safe for the night.

He then placed a hand on your cheek, gently caressing as he leaned down, his towering height and now more intimidating form overshadowing you, wings, horns and tails and all. White dragons are always taller than the red ones. He'd mentioned it once.