“And Halo will be ensuring anyone infected can be healed,” he arched his brow, with a slight smile in return. They likely didn’t need to volley and rally back and forth to one another about the highlights, methods, and measures taken in the Starfall nonsense – the mountains and the shoreline had been effective in different ways towards ensuring, or at least, trying to parse through what could be done. “It still may be easier to simply continue going to Frey’s Breath,” without needing to meet with deities and heralds about a flower. Gods knew he’d feel foolish for even requesting it. “My concern is time.” Time spent looking and searching. Time spent not finding anything. Time that they might not have or get back before something else occurred. “But if we can get enough going there…” he shrugged, using the musing moments to check in on Erebos again; the child barely wiggled a foot.
As for Sunjata and King’s End, he’d probably be better off asking Ru – he valued and trusted her words more so than the Flood. “Perhaps.” Food for thought, and for later, most likely.
As for Sunjata and King’s End, he’d probably be better off asking Ru – he valued and trusted her words more so than the Flood. “Perhaps.” Food for thought, and for later, most likely.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
