Just smile and be happy.
"Good," he said, his grin wide with shared enjoyment. Plans to come back with her eventually were already whirling in his mind, with a possibility to fulfill that promise to visit the Atheneum and Levinsward. It was starting to feel like those future events were bound to happen, making his heard flutter again.
Finishing off his own portion of the meal, Zavien sat back, no longer fighting the political turn of conversation. Maybe it was the food, or wine, or comfortable company. "Precisely. Even though there a plenty of kind and caring people around Caido, most will prioritize their own homes. We can't expect them to put Stormbreak first. That's our job." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, not bothered by the fact that it put a lot of responsibility on them. Along the same lines, he nodded his head with the idea of requesting permission. He didn't want anyone to feel threatened by their presence. That would ultimately defeat the purpose. "I agree, which is why I think we'd need an ambassador of some kind, although I'm not sure our current leader would be interested in appointing one..." He already knew who he'd elect, not that he was biased in any way, but considering how Dahlia had managed her position thus far, it didn't seem likely.
Sol stared longingly at the empty plate, settling back down with a soft sigh while his companion discussed other foods. If Erica got ahold of Lena, he had no doubt she would dote and stuff the woman incessantly until she threatened to pop. Zavien tried to imagine a very plump bird trying to support its weight on tiny wings, chuckling at the absurdity of it. Although he knew she was joking, he leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "Of course. I can always carry you if necessary." His green eyes glittered with amusement, feeling emboldened by the alcohol and playful banter.
Finishing off his own portion of the meal, Zavien sat back, no longer fighting the political turn of conversation. Maybe it was the food, or wine, or comfortable company. "Precisely. Even though there a plenty of kind and caring people around Caido, most will prioritize their own homes. We can't expect them to put Stormbreak first. That's our job." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, not bothered by the fact that it put a lot of responsibility on them. Along the same lines, he nodded his head with the idea of requesting permission. He didn't want anyone to feel threatened by their presence. That would ultimately defeat the purpose. "I agree, which is why I think we'd need an ambassador of some kind, although I'm not sure our current leader would be interested in appointing one..." He already knew who he'd elect, not that he was biased in any way, but considering how Dahlia had managed her position thus far, it didn't seem likely.
Sol stared longingly at the empty plate, settling back down with a soft sigh while his companion discussed other foods. If Erica got ahold of Lena, he had no doubt she would dote and stuff the woman incessantly until she threatened to pop. Zavien tried to imagine a very plump bird trying to support its weight on tiny wings, chuckling at the absurdity of it. Although he knew she was joking, he leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "Of course. I can always carry you if necessary." His green eyes glittered with amusement, feeling emboldened by the alcohol and playful banter.
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