Emerald eyes sparkled at the Hightingale's kind words, and Hadama inclined his head deeply in acceptance of them.
Hadama waited, patient and quiet, for Phoebe to answer - or not, if she chose - as he floated nearby, enjoying the quiet peace of the Sunken Gardens. When she spoke again his attention returned to her, and though her initial words struck an intense curiosity in him her closed posture made him hesitant to ask for more personal details.
Especially when she continued, sharing a downside he had not foreseen. His serene expression became more solemn as the gravity of her words sank in, and he hesitated for more long moments before he spoke again. You do not need to share details if they are too painful but... may I ask how it has been negative? He was interested in the general sense of what the repercussions of being a demigod were, but not if speaking of them caused his hostess discomfort.
Hadama waited, patient and quiet, for Phoebe to answer - or not, if she chose - as he floated nearby, enjoying the quiet peace of the Sunken Gardens. When she spoke again his attention returned to her, and though her initial words struck an intense curiosity in him her closed posture made him hesitant to ask for more personal details.
Especially when she continued, sharing a downside he had not foreseen. His serene expression became more solemn as the gravity of her words sank in, and he hesitated for more long moments before he spoke again. You do not need to share details if they are too painful but... may I ask how it has been negative? He was interested in the general sense of what the repercussions of being a demigod were, but not if speaking of them caused his hostess discomfort.
