[SE] good things come

Deimos “You are welcome,” he nodded in response; entirely unbothered with roaming into Frey’s Breath again. This place held multiple distinctions in the Sword’s mind; and its current hub as the only area to find Rae’s Lilies was enough of a motivation – escorting Amhran into its depths was another. Protective and guarded, his eyes flickered around the area, pinpointing different locations, where the ground had been worn smooth due to recent, and likely increased, comings and goings. Tossing his hair back into a hasty bun, and all the more understanding of Amhran’s role, he paused, before intentionally steering their traversings away from a large group nearby. Also ducking under the same outcrop, he nodded at the insinuations. “That would be wise.” Jutting his jawline towards an area in the back that seemed less crowded at the moment, his long strides started meandering in that direction. “Want to try over here?” Pondering over the circumstances, especially in the array of the demigod’s incantations, he extended his inquiries. “Do you need any specific soil?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime