Warmth remained in emerald eyes as he turned to appraise the captain, who appeared like a phantom out of the crowds, seeming to materialize at their sides. "Captain Sanguis," he rumbled welcome. And he accepted that the Ancients knew their levels of comfort and tolerance better than he could, inclining his head at their assurances.
He did not answer Maea's question immediately, instead beginning to make his slow, careful way towards the indicated cafe. He walked in silence a few moments before speaking, inclining his head to Thalassa first. "I have been... training." He paused, and for a brief moment his straight shoulders seemed to sag. But it was for a moment only, easily missed as a Fae flew by dangerously low over his head. "There were deaths over LongNight. A daughter of Safrin. And one of my Merfolk. Both friends." And just why he was training in the wake of those deaths would not be hard to guess, though he was not foolish enough to give his intentions voice when the Family might be listening.
The cafe was used to serving humans from beyong the Greatwood's borders and so he only had to hunch awkwardly to duck through the door, rather than bending nearly in half. But the ceilings were tall enough inside so that his head only barely brushed them as he led the way to a table near the center - far from the windows and any errant cool breezes that might chill his friends while they ate.
He did not answer Maea's question immediately, instead beginning to make his slow, careful way towards the indicated cafe. He walked in silence a few moments before speaking, inclining his head to Thalassa first. "I have been... training." He paused, and for a brief moment his straight shoulders seemed to sag. But it was for a moment only, easily missed as a Fae flew by dangerously low over his head. "There were deaths over LongNight. A daughter of Safrin. And one of my Merfolk. Both friends." And just why he was training in the wake of those deaths would not be hard to guess, though he was not foolish enough to give his intentions voice when the Family might be listening.
The cafe was used to serving humans from beyong the Greatwood's borders and so he only had to hunch awkwardly to duck through the door, rather than bending nearly in half. But the ceilings were tall enough inside so that his head only barely brushed them as he led the way to a table near the center - far from the windows and any errant cool breezes that might chill his friends while they ate.
