[RQ] in the unsettled margins

Luka

Let's draw a line between us, paint a map back to the start
Leaving footprints to remind us -

Luka - ever devoted to his sister - is comforted to hear Deimos' consolations and concern. Soleil had always been closer to the Warden (she didn't seem to understand the notion of not being close with someone) but it's nice to know the sentiments he's heard are returned. Deimos' magic is not something he can feel or follow, but the ice within is visible once he's closer to the ground, and Luka chips away at it determinedly before reaching for his bucket of compound to begin filling the hole for Deimos to then manipulate with magic.

"I think she's trying to find any way to atone," he sighs as he stands, flicking the remaining concrete on the trowel back into the bucket. "We've told her she has done enough, but it has yet to stick." He and his father have been at a loss as to what else might help tell her she has done enough, and though he doesn't ask, his eyes go briefly to Deimos; wondering, perhaps, if the Warden might have an idea. "She has been emptying her hurt into training and hunting. Maybe you could take her on one?" Luka has suffered enough battering, but perhaps a more fitting opponent - their Warden, the symbol of strength and guardianship of their beloved homeland - will mark a change in Soleil.

He's pleased to know Deimos is well, though he merely smiles faintly and nods firmly, content not to press. He is not nearly as curious as his counterpart, and there is plenty of wall left to inspect. Approaching the next flaw - a thin but long crack on the surface - Luka hefts his trowel yet again and begins smoothing concrete over and into it.

That where you go, I go
And if you fall, I fall