Just smile and be happy.
Giving her an endearing lopsided grin, Zavien didn't delve more into the inexplicable nature of his penchant for health (If not willpower, maybe stupidity?). Not as the conversation drifted to Lena's sister. It hurt to hear that she'd suffered a similar experience as him, especially since he didn't wish it on anyone. He fought the urge to reach across and give her physical comfort. Instead, a million more questions flooded his mind. Were you close? What was she like? How did it happen? Yet, seeing her discomfort, and not wanting to ruin the date, Zavien settled for a soft, "I'm sorry to hear that." He offered her a sad smile, letting a moment of silence pass for her lost sister.
Luckily, the food appeared as if summoned, drawing them away from the dark conversation. Zavien let his eyes devour the sight of the gilled musk dear, seated on the fire padd, glistening with the glaze. A soft "Wow" escaped before he quickly thanked the staff. As they shuffled away, he shared Lena's delight. "When something looks this good, there's no doubt that it must taste divine." He watched her with interest as she served herself, having to contain himself from drooling on the table. Even Sol poked his head onto the tabletop to watch, although he wasn't as discreet, letting a puddle of drool wet his chin. Once she had finished, he accepted the knife with an overcompensated level of restraint, eager to dig into the food.
He listened closely as he served himself, offering a piece to the wide-eyed dragon. Agreeing with the first sentiment, Zavien chuckled lightly. The question was a little more difficult to answer. His head tilted to consider his phrasing. "I don't think I have the power to make much of a difference right now, but I think there needs to be a consensus on our 'purpose.' I think there's some confusion about who we serve. Do we serve the leader of Stormbreak, or the people of Stormbreak?" He let the implication hang, shrugging his shoulders. If they could clarify that, it'd give them more of a direction for their recruitment and trainings. But again, Zavien didn't want to delve into politics, so he added, "Group expeditions would probably be a good idea. Or an ambassador of some kind. We shouldn't be so closed off in Stormbreak." He also liked traveling, and this would give him an excuse to explore more of Caido.
Lena's plans didn't surprise him. That was practically her purpose in life, so he just smiled supportively. "That's a good idea. I'll need to put aside my own little stash." It was his turn to wink as he finally turned to take a bite of the deer. It nearly blew him from his seat. He let out a low groan, closing his eyes and placing his hands flat on the table. "I don't think I've ever tasted food this good." Laughing lightly, he added, "Don't tell Erica when you meet her." He could only imagine the earful he'd get if she ever found out.
Luckily, the food appeared as if summoned, drawing them away from the dark conversation. Zavien let his eyes devour the sight of the gilled musk dear, seated on the fire padd, glistening with the glaze. A soft "Wow" escaped before he quickly thanked the staff. As they shuffled away, he shared Lena's delight. "When something looks this good, there's no doubt that it must taste divine." He watched her with interest as she served herself, having to contain himself from drooling on the table. Even Sol poked his head onto the tabletop to watch, although he wasn't as discreet, letting a puddle of drool wet his chin. Once she had finished, he accepted the knife with an overcompensated level of restraint, eager to dig into the food.
He listened closely as he served himself, offering a piece to the wide-eyed dragon. Agreeing with the first sentiment, Zavien chuckled lightly. The question was a little more difficult to answer. His head tilted to consider his phrasing. "I don't think I have the power to make much of a difference right now, but I think there needs to be a consensus on our 'purpose.' I think there's some confusion about who we serve. Do we serve the leader of Stormbreak, or the people of Stormbreak?" He let the implication hang, shrugging his shoulders. If they could clarify that, it'd give them more of a direction for their recruitment and trainings. But again, Zavien didn't want to delve into politics, so he added, "Group expeditions would probably be a good idea. Or an ambassador of some kind. We shouldn't be so closed off in Stormbreak." He also liked traveling, and this would give him an excuse to explore more of Caido.
Lena's plans didn't surprise him. That was practically her purpose in life, so he just smiled supportively. "That's a good idea. I'll need to put aside my own little stash." It was his turn to wink as he finally turned to take a bite of the deer. It nearly blew him from his seat. He let out a low groan, closing his eyes and placing his hands flat on the table. "I don't think I've ever tasted food this good." Laughing lightly, he added, "Don't tell Erica when you meet her." He could only imagine the earful he'd get if she ever found out.
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