Sadly, Darin's bewilderment at the offering lasts too long and he's going to find himself getting his face washed like a petulant child. He tries to fight back, but he really doesn't have the heart, much less the stamina.

Wet bangs framing his face, he just stares off, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

"Explain what? I want to get stronger. If my blood magic were stronger, I probably could have stopped the dragon when we were on it."