walking on eggshells

The dragoness watched him, eyes softening as he took in the fear. Fear was dangerous, but the way he backed away made her calm down. The eggs were in less danger now. I'm not an archdemon anymore. Haven't been since you took me to that courtyard. It's a glimpse of the Devera he knew. The Devera that had wooed him.

And she settled on the floor beside of the fireplace, claws disappearing and skin remaining. There's no Blight anymore. I don't hear them in my head. The further he gets from her, the calmer she is.