resolution to revolution

Once more, Cordelia was quiet as she normally was. Her eyes remain trained on Noah primarily, searching for any clear signs of injury since this was the first time she'd seen him since the invasion and their time in together before that. His voice is comforting if nothing and having Sah at her side only adds to that. The woman cleared her throat, stepping forward to speak as she finally tore her eyes away from the Sentinel to look towards the general, "What he says is true. Morgan, for all intents and purposes, seems willing to be fair and listen to what we have to say. How long that will last, I'm unsure." Cordelia began, licking her lips as her brows drew together, jaw feathering. "I also suggested that Whitebrim perhaps be converted into another point of safety from attacks. Whether it be by building safehouses or bunkers as well as a safe way to get there. The barracks is functional, but it isn't the best we can do." As for getting Noah and Deimos back into Halo? She truly had no idea if Morgan would even allow such a thing, but the fact that Aino and Sah could possibly on the council was promising. "There aren't many in Halo that do not favor the Old Gods, but to have a decision forced on those who don't is part of the problem. Attempting to sway them slowly might be our best option. Even if it takes time to do so." She finally finished, growing quiet once more, restlessly shifting from foot to foot. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run