He nodded again, slow and thoughtful as he considered Sohalia. The way she stood upon the sand, the direction of her gaze, the way in which she held herself, and the distance in her eyes in that moment. He allowed it to stretch, asking nothing nor offering while she walked the halls of memory. Only when she seemed to come back from wherever it was that she had gone did he turn to face her fully and step slowly back from the water until his bare feet stood upon the dry sand rather than the wet, out of reach of the tide.
"Then show me your strength," he said, his voice as calm and quiet as ever; his gaze as clear and steady. And your conviction." Even as he spoke he shifted into a defensive stance - not perhaps, entirely unfamiliar to the Heart. He had taken some of what he had learned about fighting on two legs from Koa, after all, and some from Zavien, among others she knew.
"Then show me your strength," he said, his voice as calm and quiet as ever; his gaze as clear and steady. And your conviction." Even as he spoke he shifted into a defensive stance - not perhaps, entirely unfamiliar to the Heart. He had taken some of what he had learned about fighting on two legs from Koa, after all, and some from Zavien, among others she knew.
