The guards fanned ahead to clear the junction, while one stayed behind to guard Elaros and Maya. Elaros took the chance to look back to Maya. He could feel her stress through their contact, and while they had a moment, he wanted to do what he could for her.
He didn't say anything to soothe her, instead opting for a more animalistic gesture. With a low purr and a few chuffles, he nuzzled his snout into her shoulder. A cold Drakkon was often an anxious one, and Elaros naturally sought to share some of his warmth with her. She herself was warm-blooded, but the intent and primal purpose of the action shone through.
"It will be fine," Elaros murmured, pushing up with his snout until he could give her a brief nuzzle beneath the jaw, an action that was adorably chaste by Drakkon standards.
One of the guards, an orange-streaked male, gave Maya a very short, jealous glance at the display.
A guard came back and hissed the all-clear to Elaros, who finally parted his snout from Maya.
"My quarters are just up ahead. The guards will take me the rest of the way..." he started, meeting her eyes.