"Ah, well...I'll be taking my leave then."

Panata gave a quick bow, his hands barely touching one another so he looked a little awkward doing so, but when he straightened himself back out a smile was on his face and his cheeks were a happy red. He turned and looked over towards his flit, still nuzzling the Green's face, and his whistled for his companion to return to his side.

"Meisir, come on."

The Brown didn't come at all however, instead sending messages that his time with PRETTYLADY was now and that his time with MASTER was later. Panata could only sigh and give an awkward smile towards L'thor, assuming the man would understand since his dragon seemed happy. There was nothing else for him to say other than good-bye, which he did, before Panata turned on his heels and started back inside to get to the Healer's infirmary.