Hadama had long since grown used to curious observation by landfolk, and he met her roving gaze with steadfast solemnity, giving her time to recover from her surprise. He had changed little since their last meeting, unless one looked at the exhaustion that dulled emerald eyes and the slight curve of shoulders that had once been square and straight, but now bowed a little under weariness.
He still could not place the vague sense of familiarity; she was too different from what she had been, and their meeting had been so very long ago, and he had too many other worries on his mind. When she spoke he listened, and then he tilted his head in consideration. "Hmm." It would take time for a runner to get there. And no guarantee that Danta would even be available.
"...No," he decided at last. "No runner. But if there is paper, would you deliver a letter?" He paused, looking around at the docks for the first time, a faint furrow creasing his brow as he took in the damage. "...How bad were things here?"
He still could not place the vague sense of familiarity; she was too different from what she had been, and their meeting had been so very long ago, and he had too many other worries on his mind. When she spoke he listened, and then he tilted his head in consideration. "Hmm." It would take time for a runner to get there. And no guarantee that Danta would even be available.
"...No," he decided at last. "No runner. But if there is paper, would you deliver a letter?" He paused, looking around at the docks for the first time, a faint furrow creasing his brow as he took in the damage. "...How bad were things here?"
