until my dying day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Both Deimos and Zuriel could detect moments of shock to the system – the former for having experienced it, and the latter for having healed it. The unicorn quietly bent her horn again as they walked, touching gently upon the Attuned’s shoulder so that it might seem as nothing more than comfort; sending another wave of healing through. It wouldn’t, however, erase the trauma and experience. That would be something Sohalia would have to work through. As for her question, he stood over many, and sidled around so he could incline his head over and around some portions. Eventually, sighing and weighing his options, he called out to his guards on the wall. Yeti’s gone, sir! they mustered, and his brows furrowed, turning to Sohalia to relay the message. “It has been defeated, apparently.” But then there was hordes of conversation, and even the Attuned would be able to pick up on the excitement of the Tundra being cleansed, and others having already gone in and out. Which meant, in this audacious display, the infection was gone. Sending out a long, low breath and piecing together a thousand different meanings, he tilted his head back towards her. "You are welcome to stay in Halo, if you need a place to lay low." Mend and heal, figure out what the next steps were. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace