Rhiannon
Erebos waved his tiny hands around, and Rhiannon offered the child an uncertain smile, unsure how to interact with something so small. Fortunately, she didn't have to wonder for long, as Deimos peeled back layers of wood to reveal ice shards in the gears of the crossbow. She turned her attention to the weapon, suddenly unsure. Deimos, she knew had a variety of magical abilities that could be of use in just this kind of situation. She, on the other hand, only wielded lightning at present. So it was that she could only watch, feeling miserably useless, as the Warden began to heat and remove the ice shards from the weaponry.
Still, she cast a keen eye over the crossbow in search of any other issues that might prove to be a problem later on down the road. Spying something (with no small amount of relief), she nodded toward the string. "The string looks a little frayed. Do you want me to go fetch another one?" Maybe it was something that he could mend, so she would wait for instruction before running off on a duplicative errand.
Still, she cast a keen eye over the crossbow in search of any other issues that might prove to be a problem later on down the road. Spying something (with no small amount of relief), she nodded toward the string. "The string looks a little frayed. Do you want me to go fetch another one?" Maybe it was something that he could mend, so she would wait for instruction before running off on a duplicative errand.
they say looks can kill and I might try
