Thalassa's poker face was as good as his own, and Hadama had no way of knowing the conflict that surged beneath the captain's cool, confident surface. He could only see her eyes on his injury, watching from a face that was as emotionless as a mask - as emotionless as his own - as he drew his magic around them. There was no enemy to target for disadvantage, so the mist healed them both and then dissipated harmlessly into the sunshine.
Her sharp words did not change his own serene expression. He flexed his arm to check the fit of the armlet and then nodded to her in acceptance of her condition. "I will not. The armor will be stronger next time." The statement was made with the calm confidence of something inevitable, rather then a mere hoped-for possibility. Hadama was pursuing his quest as swiftly as he was able in order to gain more useful protection from the magical armor.
That there would be a next time he did not question.
"You fight well," he said instead. "Against the Shadow Serpent, too. Are you a Torcher?" The region was large enough that he did not know all of the people above and below the waves, but there was something almost familiar about the young woman. A shadow of distant memory, less than a dream, but a sense that he had, perhaps, seen her somewhere before... a long time ago.
Her sharp words did not change his own serene expression. He flexed his arm to check the fit of the armlet and then nodded to her in acceptance of her condition. "I will not. The armor will be stronger next time." The statement was made with the calm confidence of something inevitable, rather then a mere hoped-for possibility. Hadama was pursuing his quest as swiftly as he was able in order to gain more useful protection from the magical armor.
That there would be a next time he did not question.
"You fight well," he said instead. "Against the Shadow Serpent, too. Are you a Torcher?" The region was large enough that he did not know all of the people above and below the waves, but there was something almost familiar about the young woman. A shadow of distant memory, less than a dream, but a sense that he had, perhaps, seen her somewhere before... a long time ago.
