The presence of Erebos - his innocence, his playfulness - was a surprising balm for the otherwise heavy conversation. He was a tangible reminder of what they were fighting for and the future they were all trying to build in spite of what dangers came their way, and Hadama looked down occasionally to let the weight and the promise of it maintain both his calm and his determination.
The question about Noah was not unexpected, but Hadama did not answer it at first. Which was, perhaps, answer in itself as he considered his words carefully. "He was able to provide some healing," he said slowly at last. "His stag was able to harm the spider normally. And he was able to distract it so that Sah and I could act freely." A fourth target, in essence, to spread out the enemy attacks so that they could all fight longer. Tactical thinking rather than that of a friend, but that was what was needed now.
And discussion of 'gardening' plans should have been enough for one day. But the upcoming pool party loomed in their future like an iceberg at night, deceptively dangerous and hiding secrets they could not yet guess at. He inclined his head in understanding of Deimos's protectiveness of his relic, for all that he believed in Flora's courage and skill. But there was no denying the Sword's experience or his strength, and to risk the gloves as the rapier had been risked... And even then, he agreed.
Hearing that his ring had changed hands again he simply nodded and followed the gaze down to Erebos, warmth flickering briefly back into emerald eyes. "I appreciate it. And if Sunjata will be joining us again, we should ask Captain Barclay for another... loan." He hesitated, then dipped his head in apology for adding more weight to Deimos's overburdened shoulders. "The Captain joined us on the last expedition. He did not agree with my choice to try and eradicate the worm infestation before planting, and left... abruptly. I am uncertain if he will take a request from me well right now." In time Hadama suspected things would smooth over, but Captain Barclay was not a man to be pushed before he was ready.
The question about Noah was not unexpected, but Hadama did not answer it at first. Which was, perhaps, answer in itself as he considered his words carefully. "He was able to provide some healing," he said slowly at last. "His stag was able to harm the spider normally. And he was able to distract it so that Sah and I could act freely." A fourth target, in essence, to spread out the enemy attacks so that they could all fight longer. Tactical thinking rather than that of a friend, but that was what was needed now.
And discussion of 'gardening' plans should have been enough for one day. But the upcoming pool party loomed in their future like an iceberg at night, deceptively dangerous and hiding secrets they could not yet guess at. He inclined his head in understanding of Deimos's protectiveness of his relic, for all that he believed in Flora's courage and skill. But there was no denying the Sword's experience or his strength, and to risk the gloves as the rapier had been risked... And even then, he agreed.
Hearing that his ring had changed hands again he simply nodded and followed the gaze down to Erebos, warmth flickering briefly back into emerald eyes. "I appreciate it. And if Sunjata will be joining us again, we should ask Captain Barclay for another... loan." He hesitated, then dipped his head in apology for adding more weight to Deimos's overburdened shoulders. "The Captain joined us on the last expedition. He did not agree with my choice to try and eradicate the worm infestation before planting, and left... abruptly. I am uncertain if he will take a request from me well right now." In time Hadama suspected things would smooth over, but Captain Barclay was not a man to be pushed before he was ready.
