the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Listening patiently to the exchange between husband and wife - and listening more intently, in truth, to the gurgles of the infant against Deimos's chest, Amhran only focuses properly as he is addressed. Nodding politely at the names he already knows, at least knowing better than to voice as much, as Deimos approaches and extends his hand, he automatically rises to his feet.
Never having shaken a hand, of course, he isn't sure what to do a first, glancing fleetingly at Evie and patting his pockets but finding nothing within, of course. Eventually, he reaches out and gently taps his own palm against the Sword's, as if in an offer of a very polite high five, and smiles, satisfied.
"It is nice to meet you both in person," he intones, and were the infant less bundled up he'd have offered a smaller high five handshake towards Erebos. As for whether he is staying or if he is hungry, again Amhram looks to Evie for help, knowing the answer to neither question.
Never having shaken a hand, of course, he isn't sure what to do a first, glancing fleetingly at Evie and patting his pockets but finding nothing within, of course. Eventually, he reaches out and gently taps his own palm against the Sword's, as if in an offer of a very polite high five, and smiles, satisfied.
"It is nice to meet you both in person," he intones, and were the infant less bundled up he'd have offered a smaller high five handshake towards Erebos. As for whether he is staying or if he is hungry, again Amhram looks to Evie for help, knowing the answer to neither question.
