LIAM
It's not that we don't talk
Liam blinked as Maea found the cloud manta crystal, woven into a necklace and offered to him. He reached out to accept the trinket, moving smoothly to tie it around his throat. He’d never used one before, but he’d heard rumors. Theoretically, the thing would allow him to breathe underwater. He wasn’t sure that he was trusting enough to try it - not of Maea, who he would trust with his life, but of the abilities of a crystal tied into a necklace. But she was asking, hesitantly, as though it was too much, and Liam wasn’t about to say no.
Maybe he’d hold his breath for as long as he could - just in case.
In any case, he nodded. ”Of course.” He wanted to ask if she was sure about this, but he didn’t want to detract from her task. It wasn’t like she had much choice, after all, and perhaps when they were done, he could ask about the quest and what she was trying to achieve. For now, though, he offered what he hoped was an encouraging smile and squeezed her hand. ”Whenever you’re ready.”
Maybe he’d hold his breath for as long as he could - just in case.
In any case, he nodded. ”Of course.” He wanted to ask if she was sure about this, but he didn’t want to detract from her task. It wasn’t like she had much choice, after all, and perhaps when they were done, he could ask about the quest and what she was trying to achieve. For now, though, he offered what he hoped was an encouraging smile and squeezed her hand. ”Whenever you’re ready.”
It's just no one really listens and honesty fades
