If they were alone, or closer acquaintances, Thal might have asked him more about his past, curiosity bringing forth questions of specifics or experiences. Yet they were in the midst of 'volunteering' and she understands the haunted look in his eyes. Perhaps one day - when they're both full of liquor that gives them the strength to stare down their pasts - they'll be able to have a more open, honest discussion. For now, she nods her head, letting the moment pass to the rhythmic work of oiling and passing weapons as she says, "At least some things translated." And not all skills had to be learned or relearned.
Asta's agreeance is another link between them, loosening the lingering tightness between Thal's shoulders. So much so, that she doesn't flinch at the softer smile directed her way. Whereas she might have previously seen the expression as suspicious, she now accepts the look as it is: friendly. It may not have been her choice to come, but her cheeks still flush at the positive emotions. Sighing, she lets a playful chime enter her voice as she shares a sharp grin. "Well, it certainly hasn't been as unbearable as I thought it'd be." Mostly due to the company, but the experience itself has been eye opening. A small warmth has settled in her that's more than just hot chocolate and fire magic.
Thal clears her throat, focusing her movements back on the oiling of the spear in hand to keep from fidgeting. "It actually helps me with something I've been considering...." Her eyes roam the square, taking in the people and space as she tests the fitting. She's been playing with the idea for a while, and her entire experience with Asta today is feeling like a subtle confirmation. The gentle sensation of budding friendship from his smile. The community before her eyes. The desire for change.
Taking a sip from her hot chocolate, Thal shrugs her shoulders as if this doesn't feel like a careening ship changing course. "The Marauder could use a more permanent port, and the Hollowed Grounds are a favorite of the crew." Although true, her pride doesn't mention her own inclinations to settle. Torchline will always have a place in her heart, calling her; but if she is going to take a step away from her past and towards growth, distance might be necessary.
Asta's agreeance is another link between them, loosening the lingering tightness between Thal's shoulders. So much so, that she doesn't flinch at the softer smile directed her way. Whereas she might have previously seen the expression as suspicious, she now accepts the look as it is: friendly. It may not have been her choice to come, but her cheeks still flush at the positive emotions. Sighing, she lets a playful chime enter her voice as she shares a sharp grin. "Well, it certainly hasn't been as unbearable as I thought it'd be." Mostly due to the company, but the experience itself has been eye opening. A small warmth has settled in her that's more than just hot chocolate and fire magic.
Thal clears her throat, focusing her movements back on the oiling of the spear in hand to keep from fidgeting. "It actually helps me with something I've been considering...." Her eyes roam the square, taking in the people and space as she tests the fitting. She's been playing with the idea for a while, and her entire experience with Asta today is feeling like a subtle confirmation. The gentle sensation of budding friendship from his smile. The community before her eyes. The desire for change.
Taking a sip from her hot chocolate, Thal shrugs her shoulders as if this doesn't feel like a careening ship changing course. "The Marauder could use a more permanent port, and the Hollowed Grounds are a favorite of the crew." Although true, her pride doesn't mention her own inclinations to settle. Torchline will always have a place in her heart, calling her; but if she is going to take a step away from her past and towards growth, distance might be necessary.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
