In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Nodding at the potential visits towards the Academy, he turned and directed sled back towards the barracks, where he could either replenish the wood or hasten after the soldiers. He wasn’t surprised to hear the intrigue behind the pies, and he didn’t smother his laugh this time. “Many kinds, but they tend towards fruit varieties.” Now his own inclinations were wandering towards picking one up for home later, a treat after a hard day’s labor and work. He snorted at her insinuation and concern, mostly because he was using this as an opportunity to avoid the missives collecting on his desk, and likely the intention of multiple meetings later. “No. I had to do this anyway,” and his jaw jutted towards the sled. “I have letters and spars to attend to next.” Tilting his head, because he was nosey and curious and forever inclined towards defenses and armaments, he barraged with his own inquiry. “Do you have experience with any weapons?” Or her utilizing her own magic for protective purposes – given how Caido had come to be nowadays? master of nothing place; of recoil and grace