On the Stag's back

Eiro walked into the gardens, quickly making his way to the stables. There, in his wonderfully cushioned bed and temperature-controlled private area with as much food and entertainment as he could possibly need, Lugo was sleeping.

The moment that he saw Eiro, he stood up, his antlers almost scratching the ceiling of the stables, "How are you, boy?" Eiro asked with a bright smile on his face.

Lugo replied with a loud bellow, nuzzling his snout into Eiro's neck.

"You alright? Being a lot more affectionate than normal," the demon replied, but Lugo just pulled back his head and stared deep into Eiro's face, "...You were concerned, huh? Yeah, I'm sorry that I've been leaving you alone this much. I've just been quite scared to take you along, you understand that, right? My growth has been... unique, to say the least. You're not a fighter, you don't have any ways to protect you on your own. I don't want to see you get hurt."