the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
His head turning automatically to pay close attention, once more, to Evie as she speaks, Amhran nods in half understanding. He does know thirst, then, as it happens - and his toes curl instinctively - but alas, the Evergreen is so meticulous with her greenhouse, he's never felt anything but satiated in his life, so hunger will be a new and unwelcome sensation in the coming hours. (Not that he knows it yet).
Oblivious to Deimos's feelings on the matter - he's only had eyes with which to see expressions for a little while, sorry - and only hearing what Evie would like, it makes the answer very simple indeed for Amhran, and he smiles and plops himself back down to sit beside her. "Then I will stay. The only home I know is the greenhouse, so if you would like me to stay there, I would be more than comfortable."
"Thank you," he adds to Deimos, though the Sword and Erebos are already on their way out again. To Evie, he adds, "Am I meant to eat and drink through my feet as well?"
Oblivious to Deimos's feelings on the matter - he's only had eyes with which to see expressions for a little while, sorry - and only hearing what Evie would like, it makes the answer very simple indeed for Amhran, and he smiles and plops himself back down to sit beside her. "Then I will stay. The only home I know is the greenhouse, so if you would like me to stay there, I would be more than comfortable."
"Thank you," he adds to Deimos, though the Sword and Erebos are already on their way out again. To Evie, he adds, "Am I meant to eat and drink through my feet as well?"
