// day breaks sorrow //
She hugs him and Asta leans into the touch gently, knowing it’s meant to comfort even if her following answers are anything but. It’s exactly the type of thing that the butcher dreads, even when he hears how difficult it had been to get Flora and Sunjata healed (even if the latter makes his lips curl in distaste). “Well. I don’t imagine I will have luck any time soon, so perhaps I can outmatch her in strength when the time comes.”
Because it will. He’ll make sure of it. Whether Thalassa wanted it or not. But for now, he tucks the information away, having not wanted to ruin the night but feeling as though he had with the intensity of clinging to the information - especially as his dark gaze flits to Danta as he both offers his help with the future attempt, but also slinks away to clean up his face.
And that’s really the crux of it, isn’t it? That maybe, just maybe, it would be safe enough to focus on clearing Starfall so that if the Family was no longer a threat, perhaps she would no longer be infected - as well as the multitudes of others out and about. So he nods to his lover, before he tilts toward Flora, flashing a small smile. “Thank you for telling us. I should also take this off.” Pointing toward his face still coated in green, the butcher untangles himself from Flora to stand, tail still whipping a touch at the spaded tip before he trails after Danta toward the bathroom, and rather than immediately step up beside him to start clearing his face, he wraps him in a warm hug from behind. "Would you be so kind as to share some of the soap?"
Because it will. He’ll make sure of it. Whether Thalassa wanted it or not. But for now, he tucks the information away, having not wanted to ruin the night but feeling as though he had with the intensity of clinging to the information - especially as his dark gaze flits to Danta as he both offers his help with the future attempt, but also slinks away to clean up his face.
And that’s really the crux of it, isn’t it? That maybe, just maybe, it would be safe enough to focus on clearing Starfall so that if the Family was no longer a threat, perhaps she would no longer be infected - as well as the multitudes of others out and about. So he nods to his lover, before he tilts toward Flora, flashing a small smile. “Thank you for telling us. I should also take this off.” Pointing toward his face still coated in green, the butcher untangles himself from Flora to stand, tail still whipping a touch at the spaded tip before he trails after Danta toward the bathroom, and rather than immediately step up beside him to start clearing his face, he wraps him in a warm hug from behind. "Would you be so kind as to share some of the soap?"
Astaroth
// and i still feel the edge of this cold knife //
