EVIE
I want your midnights
It doesn't take much to make her subside, her defense of Noah only as long as the leash of logic. Deimos' addition makes her insides sour immediately, withering with terror and dread. The recollection - still fresh and bright in her memory - of the damage that had been done to Sah and Talyson, superimposed onto Amhran? Her hands shake anew, though with the flush of emotion in her cheeks it's unclear to her if it's rage or horror that causes it. "Then he should have known," she chokes, anger winning out as it melds with the embers that still burn against Talyson. Deimos' hands are gentle as they cradle her, wiping away the remnants of tears and slowing the rush of blood pounding in her ears. The breath she takes next is tremulous, but slow, and continues to slow with each consecutive inhale. Except this time as the adrenaline fades and emotion withdraws there is only steely certainty instead of doubt and concession.
"He has one chance to save face then. Anything else will be his own doing." And, like the final nail in a coffin, that is all there is to be said. Lifting her hands to wrap over Deimos', Evie tilts her face into one of his palms and closes her eyes as she tries to find that same clarity regarding Noah. "Noah...I don't know. We have to do something formally this time." To call it a reprimand feels too personal, like displeased parents, but what other name is there for the strike he's incurred against himself? "If he hurts someone else with that attack because we didn't intervene, it's on our heads." Stepping closer with hands still cupped over his, Evie thunks her forehead onto her husband's chest and ignores the growing void of exhaustion in her chest for a few moments longer. "And we need to increase our training for all, even if we can't force Sah or Noah to attend since they're not Shields." At least they'll be more prepared as a whole.
