"Oh, uh. I dunno if Kiada likes me very much," Tal mumbled, thinking back to when he'd asked the pair about a potential Old Gods shrine. Kiada's discomfort with the idea might have been entirely justified, but it made the courier feel bad and incredibly awkward thinking about it. "Thal, though... yeah, she'd be good," he agreed, nodding slowly. Despite being lost in thought his eyes continued to scan the horizon for anything that might try to come flying up out of the Greatwood at them.
Though if they could improve matters, well, all to the better!
But then Maea mentioned Sah and Tal started coughing on a laugh. "Sah? I mean, he's not the worst," he admitted, snickering to himself. "I can ask 'im, I guess, if y'insist." Go on, Maea, twist his arm! "Guess we've gotten close-ish over th'years. But he's pretty focused on Halo." There was a shrug that held a ghost of wistfulness in it, but Tal shook it off with a wry look over to his friend and the dragon in her lap. "So I wouldn't hold my breath. Don't sell yourself short, though. Between your fire an' that blood-healin' thing you've got, I trust you t'have my back."
Though if they could improve matters, well, all to the better!
But then Maea mentioned Sah and Tal started coughing on a laugh. "Sah? I mean, he's not the worst," he admitted, snickering to himself. "I can ask 'im, I guess, if y'insist." Go on, Maea, twist his arm! "Guess we've gotten close-ish over th'years. But he's pretty focused on Halo." There was a shrug that held a ghost of wistfulness in it, but Tal shook it off with a wry look over to his friend and the dragon in her lap. "So I wouldn't hold my breath. Don't sell yourself short, though. Between your fire an' that blood-healin' thing you've got, I trust you t'have my back."
