Sohalia
There was a part of Soh that felt nothing but guilt: guilt for leading a region that had emerged unscathed; guilt for choosing to go to Torchline rather than Halo first, even if they had arguably needed more immediate support; guilt for not being able to do more, offer more, even if she was doing the best that she could. She hurried along behind Deimos, taking two strides to each of his, noticing all of the activity surrounding them. It was a bit like seeing an overturned anthill, at first, but as they walked along, Soh began to see patterns and order, even in the insanity that was this unprecedented time. She admired Halo all the more for their persistence and hard work.
She only hoped that she could offer some kind of help.
At the skyport, she peeled away from Deimos to rummage through the boxes being unloaded from the skyship they'd chartered for just this purpose. Since he'd mentioned the infirmary, the Heart grabbed as many medical supplies as she could carry, leaving the rest alongside the bottles of water and perishable goods they'd brought along in an effort to keep the people of Halo fed and hydrated. "There's more than this, but if some of your people can just direct mine -" she asked, tone apologetic for having to steal some of Deimos's men away from their tasks to help distribute supplies.
She continued to follow along to wherever they were headed, not familiar enough with Halo to quite have her bearings. "So whatever dangerous flora and fauna we found last season," she thought aloud, brow creased. "They're... spreading?" She didn't much relish the thought. "The letter from last season, from Noah Olson - that Vi said we should destroy the new flora and fauna? Once things have stabilized from the moon, or the meteor, or whatever - should we be trying to hunt them down? Or... how widespread are these new plants and animals?" she wondered aloud. What if there were too many? What if it was too late?
She only hoped that she could offer some kind of help.
At the skyport, she peeled away from Deimos to rummage through the boxes being unloaded from the skyship they'd chartered for just this purpose. Since he'd mentioned the infirmary, the Heart grabbed as many medical supplies as she could carry, leaving the rest alongside the bottles of water and perishable goods they'd brought along in an effort to keep the people of Halo fed and hydrated. "There's more than this, but if some of your people can just direct mine -" she asked, tone apologetic for having to steal some of Deimos's men away from their tasks to help distribute supplies.
She continued to follow along to wherever they were headed, not familiar enough with Halo to quite have her bearings. "So whatever dangerous flora and fauna we found last season," she thought aloud, brow creased. "They're... spreading?" She didn't much relish the thought. "The letter from last season, from Noah Olson - that Vi said we should destroy the new flora and fauna? Once things have stabilized from the moon, or the meteor, or whatever - should we be trying to hunt them down? Or... how widespread are these new plants and animals?" she wondered aloud. What if there were too many? What if it was too late?
