Raelyn De Lioncourt
-She stopped the second he began to move. She smiled at him then laid his head down onto the ground she patted his cheek softly and then stood up.-
"I was making sure you were alive."
Thresh coughed gently into the back of one elegant hand. Still beet red, he averted his eyes once more, unsure of what to say at this point in time. There he was, head in a lady's lap belonging to a woman whose name he still did not know. He reached for his jug again and started to chug it. As he did, his hair faded to a colorless white and his skin seemed to regain a fraction of its youthfulness.