Evie
His development will come in time, but worry not - Evie's thinking it too, so he's in great company. Companion planting at its best you might say.
"You should, it will be a better guide than any tests you run here." Though she'll hate to see him go, as she does every time he steps out the front door. It makes Evie grateful that Erebos isn't capable of walking just yet, and certainly not adventuring. Her heart hasn't had time to learn how to cope with the kind of worry Amhran sows in its ventricles.
All that worry is worth it for the long fingers around her freckled arm and the earnest slant of Amhran's brow that is distinctly her somehow despite his lack of childhood or genetic connection to her. Or maybe she's looking for comfort past what he already offers her, a connection to something - someone - to replace what she used to have with the Grounds. Placing her hand over his, Evie smiles, proud of his hypothesizing and glad to foster it with future open-ended questions.
One such question dies on her tongue, taken aback by his swift rejoinder. She blinks quickly. "Well - it's complicated, darling," she begs off gracelessly, head tilting back toward the soil. Her hair is pinned up too high to conceal the conflict of her drawn brow in full but it's second nature to look away from eyes as guileless as Amhran's. "I'll visit with you if you'd like, absolutely. But it's hard to be there for me sometimes. Emotionally." Freckled fingers grip the soil and compact it tightly, and Evie stares for a moment before exhaling and releasing it to trickle down over the seeds in a quiet hush of sound that feels loud in her ears. "So it depends on what you mean by go back."
"You should, it will be a better guide than any tests you run here." Though she'll hate to see him go, as she does every time he steps out the front door. It makes Evie grateful that Erebos isn't capable of walking just yet, and certainly not adventuring. Her heart hasn't had time to learn how to cope with the kind of worry Amhran sows in its ventricles.
All that worry is worth it for the long fingers around her freckled arm and the earnest slant of Amhran's brow that is distinctly her somehow despite his lack of childhood or genetic connection to her. Or maybe she's looking for comfort past what he already offers her, a connection to something - someone - to replace what she used to have with the Grounds. Placing her hand over his, Evie smiles, proud of his hypothesizing and glad to foster it with future open-ended questions.
One such question dies on her tongue, taken aback by his swift rejoinder. She blinks quickly. "Well - it's complicated, darling," she begs off gracelessly, head tilting back toward the soil. Her hair is pinned up too high to conceal the conflict of her drawn brow in full but it's second nature to look away from eyes as guileless as Amhran's. "I'll visit with you if you'd like, absolutely. But it's hard to be there for me sometimes. Emotionally." Freckled fingers grip the soil and compact it tightly, and Evie stares for a moment before exhaling and releasing it to trickle down over the seeds in a quiet hush of sound that feels loud in her ears. "So it depends on what you mean by go back."
I can wait for you at the bottom, wait years if I gotta
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
