slow drifts and anchors

Deimos He’d heard about Fox’s traveling dilemmas, and knew Kiada had been working on the circumstances and potential curatives. Uncertain whether that was a confidential aspect and surprise, Deimos kept it to himself, nodding in some realm of understanding, before grabbing at one of the bottled spring water, waving to Isla, as he was now becoming a frequent visitor of the tent today. “That is unfortunate. Does it happen in all forms of travel?” Walking obviously wasn’t an issue, but boats? Flying? Horses? Caido being separated in these years didn’t make Fox’s difficulties any easier. Erebos managed a gurgle, but the Sword couldn’t be certain if it was over actual recognition or just happenstance, but he quickly managed a grin regardless. “Yes,” rumbled on a proud note, permitting the monster hunter to take another peek if intrigued, and matching blue eyes would stare back from slightly behind the cloth; taking in everything all at once. “And thank you. They certainly were not easy.” Hence why he was here, remedying the latest situation. On that note, he took a long drink of the water, already feeling the effects taking hold; closing in burns, sliding over lodged pain. “There was something you wanted to discuss?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime