NIKI
Offering little more than a smile in response to her points about bathing and her suggestions about Ludo, evidently Niki is somewhat distracted now by the other subject of their conversation, and he absently rubs a thumb across the back of his palm, hands remaining clasped even as he makes himself look back towards Flora. "I am sorry to hear that, about Hadama," he says, meaning every word. "I only met him once, but he seemed like a very... steady person."
Not one that would step down without good reason, he would hope. But this isn't actually about Hadama and they both know it. "I am not a leader or an advisor," he points out, "and I never have been. Politics suits me just as poorly as the tropics do." His smile is sad as well, as he sits himself up, the boy gesturing at himself; pale, sickly, clad in layers even in Torchline, unable to swim, finding it difficult to navigate the sand. "Look at me - we both know I do not belong here for good. But I am sorry for that. I do not want you to feel abandoned."
Not one that would step down without good reason, he would hope. But this isn't actually about Hadama and they both know it. "I am not a leader or an advisor," he points out, "and I never have been. Politics suits me just as poorly as the tropics do." His smile is sad as well, as he sits himself up, the boy gesturing at himself; pale, sickly, clad in layers even in Torchline, unable to swim, finding it difficult to navigate the sand. "Look at me - we both know I do not belong here for good. But I am sorry for that. I do not want you to feel abandoned."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
