Hadama was a patient man, and he waited with quiet courtesy and appreciation as Maea took the time to think her answer through. Given the slow care with which he usually chose his own words, he respected others who did the same. When she did speak again he inclined his head in understanding and agreement with the sentiment of the world moving too fast. "Yes," he said, simple and succinct before she turned the question back on him.
He let himself sink a little deeper into the water until only his head remained above it. Hair the color of wet steel spread out behind him, a many-tentacled beast at his back as he contemplated how to respond.
"Mmmh. There have been... difficulties," he admitted slowly. "Challenges. Changes. I have gained much. And I have lost." Lives. Trust. Friendships. He took a deep breath and rose again, bringing himself back up to a more comfortable height for speaking with an airbreather as his tired eyes found Maea's and remained there. "Would you return to Torchline?"
He let himself sink a little deeper into the water until only his head remained above it. Hair the color of wet steel spread out behind him, a many-tentacled beast at his back as he contemplated how to respond.
"Mmmh. There have been... difficulties," he admitted slowly. "Challenges. Changes. I have gained much. And I have lost." Lives. Trust. Friendships. He took a deep breath and rose again, bringing himself back up to a more comfortable height for speaking with an airbreather as his tired eyes found Maea's and remained there. "Would you return to Torchline?"
