Yes, Hadama answered Noah's unspoken thought through the Bond, understanding suffusing his mental voice even without the details. He had experienced the painful uncertainty and tug of desire to help the 'voice' of someone he could have sworn he knew, and he knew how hard it was to resist it.
They began to travel again and the mermanta let out a slow breath he had held while waiting to see if Noah would become ensnared by the cruel lure of the will-o-wisps. "Always," he confirmed. "I have not encountered any that were void-touched. They are bad enough without its influence."
A patch of white caught his attention at the edge of the bank and he swam over to investigate. The partial skull of a glotter, long buried, was now eroding out of the river bank. A few moments of careful work with a gentle jet of water worked its canines free and Hadama swam to catch up with his friend, cleaning the teeth in the stream as they neared the shrine. "Do you want privacy?" he asked his friend courteously, prepared to swim back a little ways while the Forsaken made his offering if Noah requested it.
They began to travel again and the mermanta let out a slow breath he had held while waiting to see if Noah would become ensnared by the cruel lure of the will-o-wisps. "Always," he confirmed. "I have not encountered any that were void-touched. They are bad enough without its influence."
A patch of white caught his attention at the edge of the bank and he swam over to investigate. The partial skull of a glotter, long buried, was now eroding out of the river bank. A few moments of careful work with a gentle jet of water worked its canines free and Hadama swam to catch up with his friend, cleaning the teeth in the stream as they neared the shrine. "Do you want privacy?" he asked his friend courteously, prepared to swim back a little ways while the Forsaken made his offering if Noah requested it.
