"Sure it was! ... Just, not very often," Tal allowed with a huff of laughter, sinking deeper into the springs with a contented sigh. "An' usually not at all in Deepfrost!" This, though? This was perfect. And it was definitely going to make delivering to Halo even better, though getting a home cooked meal with his sisters was already a pretty strong draw. He'd have to drop in to say hello to Sah and his kids, too...
He lazily listened to his friend list his tasks and grinned. "Sounds familiar," he mumbled, inhaling the steam deep into his lungs and feeling his chest ease. "Safrin quest?" The lack of self-stabbing sure made it sound like any god except Ludo! He hummed for a moment, thoughts already dancing out to his next request of the gods. Maybe he should go see Safrin again. Take a break from the weapons and focus on helping his friends out instead.
Pale eyes blinked open at the unexpected care in Zavien's voice and Tal turned his head to look at his friend. The Dragoon's expression was... oh. Tal tried not to squirm at the softness in those bright eyes and just gave a nod and a sigh. "Yeah... yeah, I guess we haven't. I've been travelin' around my route an' helpin' King's End get its protections up an' helpin' Alys get Sascha back an'... well. Sorry about that, Zav. You're right, it's been way too long. I've been..." He hesitated and then gave a shrug that sent small ripples into the water around him. "Alys an' I are doin' great, an' Sascha came back from Mort's realm an' that's been... it's been amazin'. Havin' 'er home, it's meant th'world to all o' us. I just..." He chewed his lip and looked away, frowning out over the sparkling surface of the springs. "Some shit happened a couple seasons back an' it... it's been harder t'get over than I thought it'd be." He shook his head to dispel the lingering shadows and made himself turn back to the Dragoon, really seeing him - well, as much as he could through the steam. "What about you? How're y'doin' with th'whole... recovery thing?" After being dead, and all.
He lazily listened to his friend list his tasks and grinned. "Sounds familiar," he mumbled, inhaling the steam deep into his lungs and feeling his chest ease. "Safrin quest?" The lack of self-stabbing sure made it sound like any god except Ludo! He hummed for a moment, thoughts already dancing out to his next request of the gods. Maybe he should go see Safrin again. Take a break from the weapons and focus on helping his friends out instead.
Pale eyes blinked open at the unexpected care in Zavien's voice and Tal turned his head to look at his friend. The Dragoon's expression was... oh. Tal tried not to squirm at the softness in those bright eyes and just gave a nod and a sigh. "Yeah... yeah, I guess we haven't. I've been travelin' around my route an' helpin' King's End get its protections up an' helpin' Alys get Sascha back an'... well. Sorry about that, Zav. You're right, it's been way too long. I've been..." He hesitated and then gave a shrug that sent small ripples into the water around him. "Alys an' I are doin' great, an' Sascha came back from Mort's realm an' that's been... it's been amazin'. Havin' 'er home, it's meant th'world to all o' us. I just..." He chewed his lip and looked away, frowning out over the sparkling surface of the springs. "Some shit happened a couple seasons back an' it... it's been harder t'get over than I thought it'd be." He shook his head to dispel the lingering shadows and made himself turn back to the Dragoon, really seeing him - well, as much as he could through the steam. "What about you? How're y'doin' with th'whole... recovery thing?" After being dead, and all.
