Rhiannon
Rhiannon pursed her lips as Deimos chuckled, a little embarrassed and extremely bemused. Still, she glanced back at Erebos, who was still waving merrily, and then down to her own hand, before hesitantly raising it in a halfhearted wave. Hopefully that would be enough to placate the child, at least until she was somewhere far away.
It was a good thing she hadn't run off to the armory, as Deimos was able to produce a new bowstring, as Rhi had expected. She took it with a word of thanks, then began the simple task of removing the fraying string and replacing it. With that done, she tested the draw. Satisfied with her work, she moved to a new weapon and began the painstaking work of looking it over. "How often do you check these?" she asked, an attempt at small talk and, perhaps, at making a mental note of something she might could help with in future.
It was a good thing she hadn't run off to the armory, as Deimos was able to produce a new bowstring, as Rhi had expected. She took it with a word of thanks, then began the simple task of removing the fraying string and replacing it. With that done, she tested the draw. Satisfied with her work, she moved to a new weapon and began the painstaking work of looking it over. "How often do you check these?" she asked, an attempt at small talk and, perhaps, at making a mental note of something she might could help with in future.
they say looks can kill and I might try
