"Yeah... well... I guess I survived," Tal admitted with a subsiding grumble. His prickly hackles, so quick to rise up and poke the people around him, were just as swiftly soothed by the sincere apology and the genuine contrition in his older friend's eyes. It was hard to stay mad in the face of it and he settled for jamming one hand into a pocket of his slightly oversized coat.
The other held his Dagger low and the ready.
He had to keep stealing glances over at the demigod, squinting to see the familiar lines of Noah's face beneath the smudges and grime that hid his features. He didn't dare look for long, however. The state of the gardens kept him on high alert as they edged closer to the shrine.
"If y'wanna go first, I'll keep watch," he promised, turning to guard the Forsaken's back as pale eyes darted between the birds overhead and every stray leaf that blew across the neatly-trimmed lawn around the shrine.
The other held his Dagger low and the ready.
He had to keep stealing glances over at the demigod, squinting to see the familiar lines of Noah's face beneath the smudges and grime that hid his features. He didn't dare look for long, however. The state of the gardens kept him on high alert as they edged closer to the shrine.
"If y'wanna go first, I'll keep watch," he promised, turning to guard the Forsaken's back as pale eyes darted between the birds overhead and every stray leaf that blew across the neatly-trimmed lawn around the shrine.
