She might have protested, but as long as she didn't ignore the plate entirely Hadama seemed content to let her poke at her food without further comment. At her sass, however, the edges of his eyes crinkled faintly in the ghost of a tired smile and he tilted his head in acknowledgment. "Yes, your majesty," he rumbled obediently, reaching for the small pan and adding a little more rice and peppers. He had already eaten, but if his nibbling could inspire the Doubletake's appetite he was willing to force a little more down. It would not hurt, and he might be grateful for it later.
Exhausting, to be back on war footing in the scope of the environmental upheaval that had struck them. Eat and sleep when one could, for there was no guarantee how long it would be until the next meal or nap could be stolen.
Whatever encompassed a great deal, and he nodded weary agreement as he used the wooden spoon to push the rice around the pan to heat it without burning it. His nose let him know when it needed stirring, for his eyes rested on his co-ruler.
And if his heart clenched at hearing that star magic could not harm the voidborn, he showed it only in how his eyes closed tight for a long breath, drawn through his nose and then slowly released as he silently prayed once more for Safrin's recovery.
"If Remi is not fast enough, I do not know if any mortal or demigod is," the mermanta admitted, grim at the confirmation of the Lullaby's letter. "But I am glad that they survived." And that they were close enough to give Flora their support as the world's currents shifted beneath all of their flukes yet again.
His own tail moved in the shadows beneath him, a restless slice of flesh and fins through the star-touched water, a rare outward display of his unsettled mind. "I am... worried," he admitted heavily, with his usual penchant for understatement. "This woman Remi described. Aside from her abilities she seemed... human. Outwardly, at least." The picture had not given her any obvious void-touched characteristics at least. No tentacles or glowing purple eyes or shadowed halo. "She could swim the canals of Haulani and we would not know the danger."
Exhausting, to be back on war footing in the scope of the environmental upheaval that had struck them. Eat and sleep when one could, for there was no guarantee how long it would be until the next meal or nap could be stolen.
Whatever encompassed a great deal, and he nodded weary agreement as he used the wooden spoon to push the rice around the pan to heat it without burning it. His nose let him know when it needed stirring, for his eyes rested on his co-ruler.
And if his heart clenched at hearing that star magic could not harm the voidborn, he showed it only in how his eyes closed tight for a long breath, drawn through his nose and then slowly released as he silently prayed once more for Safrin's recovery.
"If Remi is not fast enough, I do not know if any mortal or demigod is," the mermanta admitted, grim at the confirmation of the Lullaby's letter. "But I am glad that they survived." And that they were close enough to give Flora their support as the world's currents shifted beneath all of their flukes yet again.
His own tail moved in the shadows beneath him, a restless slice of flesh and fins through the star-touched water, a rare outward display of his unsettled mind. "I am... worried," he admitted heavily, with his usual penchant for understatement. "This woman Remi described. Aside from her abilities she seemed... human. Outwardly, at least." The picture had not given her any obvious void-touched characteristics at least. No tentacles or glowing purple eyes or shadowed halo. "She could swim the canals of Haulani and we would not know the danger."
