Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
She groans slightly at the prospect, though it’s lighthearted. “Hopefully he’s taking it better than I am.” Though it’s clear with how she eyes him fondly that it’s growing on her, this whole bonded thing. With a little more time perhaps it would be as familiar as breathing. One could only hope.
“Oh? What room are you working on drafting now?” Intrigued by the prospect of reviewing his hard work - after they had eaten of course. Standing (and eyeing Micah to ensure their movement wouldn’t distract him from his food, which thankfully doesn’t happen) she extends a hand to help Deimos up though he is plenty big enough to yank her off her feet even from the ground. “We could make fish fillets with a side of pasta or salad? Seems topical,” she says with a grin. “Plus we still need to make something for Dygra’s celebration this season, and we have plenty of fish.” Enough for adequate leftovers without sacrificing the more expensive or rarer proteins in their pantry.
“Oh? What room are you working on drafting now?” Intrigued by the prospect of reviewing his hard work - after they had eaten of course. Standing (and eyeing Micah to ensure their movement wouldn’t distract him from his food, which thankfully doesn’t happen) she extends a hand to help Deimos up though he is plenty big enough to yank her off her feet even from the ground. “We could make fish fillets with a side of pasta or salad? Seems topical,” she says with a grin. “Plus we still need to make something for Dygra’s celebration this season, and we have plenty of fish.” Enough for adequate leftovers without sacrificing the more expensive or rarer proteins in their pantry.
beauty falls into disarray
