After bringing Sah back to the Fountain Hadama had stood back, letting the hunter head to the water first. For the moment he simply breathed, drawing in untainted air and tilting his head to the open sky above the Court of Stars. In spite of the bruises and fresh gashes that still bled sluggishly he took a moment to stretch, deliberately raising his arms over his head and then slowly spreading them wide to let bunched muscles begin to release.
Only then did he join the other men, dipping his cupped hands into the waters and lifting them to slake his dust-covered throat. Letting the waters do their work and giving his worn and weary magic a chance to rest and recover. "Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet but intense agreement to Sah's snarl. "But we have confirmed what will draw it out. And what will not." Any frustration he felt at their retreat was buried deep as he drew his calm stoicism back around himself like armor. The armor he still wore, beginning to glimmer once more with starlight as Safrin's power returned to it, even if it was no longer needed.
Only then did he join the other men, dipping his cupped hands into the waters and lifting them to slake his dust-covered throat. Letting the waters do their work and giving his worn and weary magic a chance to rest and recover. "Indeed," he rumbled, a quiet but intense agreement to Sah's snarl. "But we have confirmed what will draw it out. And what will not." Any frustration he felt at their retreat was buried deep as he drew his calm stoicism back around himself like armor. The armor he still wore, beginning to glimmer once more with starlight as Safrin's power returned to it, even if it was no longer needed.
