Rhiannon
Rhiannon echoed Deimos's snort. Whenever she saw him out and about in Halo, it was on some manner of business, Erebos in tow or no. It seemed to her that he was forever attending this or that. Even if he had managed to delegate some of his work, how much was left that he deigned too important to hand off? Still, it seemed like bad form to point any of this out to her superior, so she simply continued to work on the crossbow, identifying an area of gears that could use a good cleaning and setting to work to lubricate the mechanisms.
"Perhaps," she said thoughtfully. "But only if it didn't seem like they came just for that. Dad's funny that way. But if someone came to visit and happened to offer help in the course of it - he might let them." Or, if no one came by, she'd help when she went home. Even if he always preferred to see her training. "If he's still at it when I get home, I'll see what I can do." She wasn't exactly a carpenter either, but maybe between the two of them, they could sort something out.
"Perhaps," she said thoughtfully. "But only if it didn't seem like they came just for that. Dad's funny that way. But if someone came to visit and happened to offer help in the course of it - he might let them." Or, if no one came by, she'd help when she went home. Even if he always preferred to see her training. "If he's still at it when I get home, I'll see what I can do." She wasn't exactly a carpenter either, but maybe between the two of them, they could sort something out.
they say looks can kill and I might try
