Her curt response told him more than her impassive body language, but Thalassa was hardly the only person in Torchline who had reasons not to discuss their past. Hadama accepted the rebuff with a simple nod of acknowledgment and did not try to press his questions any further. They had known each other for less than two days, and respect was not the same as friendship, much less trust.
His gaze rested on her for a long, quiet moment. It was a thoughtful silence, considering all that he had seen of her so far. Her actions against the Shadow Serpent. Her hard work collecting rocks and mixing cement. Her willingness to pitch in to repair the fountain, and the way she had challenged and encouraged others both while they had prepared the sugarcane juice and afterwards at the party.
"Hmm. Would you consider becoming one?" he asked slowly, weighing each word. But there was a twinkle in his eye again as he added in incentive: "Haulani is warded against the Void. And we have Fountains for both Healing and Luck."
His gaze rested on her for a long, quiet moment. It was a thoughtful silence, considering all that he had seen of her so far. Her actions against the Shadow Serpent. Her hard work collecting rocks and mixing cement. Her willingness to pitch in to repair the fountain, and the way she had challenged and encouraged others both while they had prepared the sugarcane juice and afterwards at the party.
"Hmm. Would you consider becoming one?" he asked slowly, weighing each word. But there was a twinkle in his eye again as he added in incentive: "Haulani is warded against the Void. And we have Fountains for both Healing and Luck."
