Hadama inclined his head in acceptance of the sympathy. The words meant little after hearing them so often, and Sunjata's assistance meant far more. For all that Hadama had not been present for the Flood's tempestuous reign, the man had gone down in Torchline's history, as much a part of the coast as Remi or Maeve.
He had seen Halo and the Hollowed Grounds with his own eyes. Neither had been untouched, though Halo was far worse. He listened gravely as Sunjata recounted the state of King's End, nodding slowly at the recounting of how the other region had fared. "I appreciate that you are here." Willing to travel abroad to help distant regions, in spite of the flooding in his own. "And glad it is not worse."
He paused at the offer of help, considering. "Yes," he said slowly. "Could you steady the posts while I dig out beneath them?" The 'posts' were sections of entire tree trunks, a mere ten feet long near the shore but increasingly longer, heavier, and more unwieldy as the dock was rebuilt back out into deeper water. "If you stay near me, you will be able to breathe underwater," he assured the demigod, not knowing whether that was one of the Flood's own talents.
He had seen Halo and the Hollowed Grounds with his own eyes. Neither had been untouched, though Halo was far worse. He listened gravely as Sunjata recounted the state of King's End, nodding slowly at the recounting of how the other region had fared. "I appreciate that you are here." Willing to travel abroad to help distant regions, in spite of the flooding in his own. "And glad it is not worse."
He paused at the offer of help, considering. "Yes," he said slowly. "Could you steady the posts while I dig out beneath them?" The 'posts' were sections of entire tree trunks, a mere ten feet long near the shore but increasingly longer, heavier, and more unwieldy as the dock was rebuilt back out into deeper water. "If you stay near me, you will be able to breathe underwater," he assured the demigod, not knowing whether that was one of the Flood's own talents.
