He might never know how much Noah had been offering, or how much he chose to keep back, but Tal felt only relief when the Sentinel smiled at him and accepted what he felt like he could do without overpromising or letting anyone down. The courier relaxed a little, nodding in pleasure at the compliment to his annoying, wonderful big sisters. "Yeah, they're pretty all right," he agreed with a grin that held a hint of the teasing dynamics between the four Seawright siblings.
The blood smell was light enough that the dragon was only mildly curious, but when Noah's attention turned there as well the courier followed suit, peering through his Goggles to pierce the inky darkness of the alley.
He had learned the hard way that there was such a thing as wanting too much and too fiercely, and the pain that came of not measuring up. Of losing a seat that he had thought he'd earned at someone else's table. He'd learned not to be so greedy. To be content (or at least, to tell himself that he was) with what kindnesses his heroes would give him in the moment and not to ask for more than that. When Noah answered in a vague, broad stroke the courier took it at face value, not thinking to look deeper. It was enough that he'd been invited to help at all. "Well, a courier station should count for somethin' like that," he opined, though his grin was fading to a concerned scowl as Boreal padded forward and blocked his view. "Hey!" He shifted to pull her back and then froze, nose wrinkling further as he saw the source of the blood.
"Fuck, that's big." The ROUS had clearly lost the fight for its life, but whatever had killed it hadn't stuck around to meet the pair now standing at the alley's entrance.
The blood smell was light enough that the dragon was only mildly curious, but when Noah's attention turned there as well the courier followed suit, peering through his Goggles to pierce the inky darkness of the alley.
He had learned the hard way that there was such a thing as wanting too much and too fiercely, and the pain that came of not measuring up. Of losing a seat that he had thought he'd earned at someone else's table. He'd learned not to be so greedy. To be content (or at least, to tell himself that he was) with what kindnesses his heroes would give him in the moment and not to ask for more than that. When Noah answered in a vague, broad stroke the courier took it at face value, not thinking to look deeper. It was enough that he'd been invited to help at all. "Well, a courier station should count for somethin' like that," he opined, though his grin was fading to a concerned scowl as Boreal padded forward and blocked his view. "Hey!" He shifted to pull her back and then froze, nose wrinkling further as he saw the source of the blood.
"Fuck, that's big." The ROUS had clearly lost the fight for its life, but whatever had killed it hadn't stuck around to meet the pair now standing at the alley's entrance.
