the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Amhran does indeed accept the offered ice, grumbling softly to himself and leaning back against the boulder so he can cool off his feet before pulling his shoes back on with a great deal of reluctance. "Alright." He sighs, leaning down to lace them - also a recently acquired skill, and it takes a couple of tries before they're securely back on his feet.
Rising to stand with Deimos and shading his eyes from the sun, he takes another (bonus) sip from the canteen before offering it back to the other man, the same way a child might offer something back to their parents when they're done with it. Raising his eyebrows as he follows after the Sword, the tinge of purple on the barren land is almost unmistakeable, and he approaches with mimicked caution.
"I am unsure," he admits, of being able to do anything about them, though he does crouch down on his long legs to peer at the specimen. "They grew the same as any other plant." Under Rae's guidance, he seems to say without saying.
Rising to stand with Deimos and shading his eyes from the sun, he takes another (bonus) sip from the canteen before offering it back to the other man, the same way a child might offer something back to their parents when they're done with it. Raising his eyebrows as he follows after the Sword, the tinge of purple on the barren land is almost unmistakeable, and he approaches with mimicked caution.
"I am unsure," he admits, of being able to do anything about them, though he does crouch down on his long legs to peer at the specimen. "They grew the same as any other plant." Under Rae's guidance, he seems to say without saying.
