Deeds will not be less valiant
because they are unpraised.
because they are unpraised.
He glanced down at her feet as she indicated to them, spotting Trish shuffle at the edge of his vision to gather the order for Maea. She could certainly use some new boots, and he nodded his head in understanding before lifting his head to spot the soft smile on her face. Zavien returned it, happy that she was at least getting some help for the traumas she'd mentioned to him. "I'm glad to hear that." The words were warmer, genuine hope adding degrees to the wish for her to find peace.
Her following question surprised him, the smile fading slightly. If he recalled correctly, during their first meeting, he'd asked her about being a go-between for him and Hadama - which she'd promptly refused - but he wasn't sure if that was her meaning or not. Regardless, it was no longer necessary, their relationship having shifted over the seasons.
Furrowing his brows in light puzzlement, he slowly dipped his head anyways. "I suppose so." As much as he wanted to get home, he could spare some time for the Ancient and hear out whatever it was she wanted to say, especially if it might have to do with the fight against the Family. However, he had no intention of vocalizing such a topic in the middle of the street owned by said group.
Trish offered Maea her boots, giving Zavien a playful smack on the shoulder before she moved to reorganize the space for her next customers. The Dragoon winked at her then turned away, knowing he would see her again soon. Letting Sol know the plan, he tilted his chin in the direction of the Celestine. "Let's talk somewhere a little quieter. Follow me."
[FIN]
Her following question surprised him, the smile fading slightly. If he recalled correctly, during their first meeting, he'd asked her about being a go-between for him and Hadama - which she'd promptly refused - but he wasn't sure if that was her meaning or not. Regardless, it was no longer necessary, their relationship having shifted over the seasons.
Furrowing his brows in light puzzlement, he slowly dipped his head anyways. "I suppose so." As much as he wanted to get home, he could spare some time for the Ancient and hear out whatever it was she wanted to say, especially if it might have to do with the fight against the Family. However, he had no intention of vocalizing such a topic in the middle of the street owned by said group.
Trish offered Maea her boots, giving Zavien a playful smack on the shoulder before she moved to reorganize the space for her next customers. The Dragoon winked at her then turned away, knowing he would see her again soon. Letting Sol know the plan, he tilted his chin in the direction of the Celestine. "Let's talk somewhere a little quieter. Follow me."
[FIN]
Zavien
