"Mmh. There is no rush," he assured her, spearing the last mushroom and pairing it with one of the few remaining slices of meat. Change would take time, and Hadama was a patient man. Whether the rest of Caido would be willing to wait was yet to be seen, but for Maea's sake he hoped she would have enough space to pursue her inner peace.
The Void and its Family not withstanding.
He set his chopsticks aside to show her that he was done, and sat in comfortable silence while she finished their meal. The relaxation in her, the calmness that was such a change from their meeting a mere few hours earlier, was more than welcome to see, and Hadama inclined his head deeply in quiet gladness for the improvement their meeting had made on her outlook. And, perhaps, even on her acceptance of herself. "I am glad as well." A quiet rumble of a statement, but warm and sincere.
He showed her how to seal the lid of the pot so the contents could be carried with her, and insisted that she take the soup within. With a little reheating - no difficulty for an Ancient of her skill - it would make a warm drink on a cool night, or a stock for more cooked food should she wish it later. The pot, he assured her, could be returned when next they met.
Not so long from now.
~Fin
The Void and its Family not withstanding.
He set his chopsticks aside to show her that he was done, and sat in comfortable silence while she finished their meal. The relaxation in her, the calmness that was such a change from their meeting a mere few hours earlier, was more than welcome to see, and Hadama inclined his head deeply in quiet gladness for the improvement their meeting had made on her outlook. And, perhaps, even on her acceptance of herself. "I am glad as well." A quiet rumble of a statement, but warm and sincere.
He showed her how to seal the lid of the pot so the contents could be carried with her, and insisted that she take the soup within. With a little reheating - no difficulty for an Ancient of her skill - it would make a warm drink on a cool night, or a stock for more cooked food should she wish it later. The pot, he assured her, could be returned when next they met.
Not so long from now.
~Fin
