the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Smiling at what he perceives as quite the compliment coming from Deimos - Amhran does not consider himself all that clever, and his common sense is still catching up with itself - the Raeling nods his agreement. "Mm, who knows what will happen during now and then," he echoes. "As I get stronger, maybe I will be able to produce more flowers per year. I could cultivate a garden of them on Starfall." Even if it didn't change the isle at all, it might at least provide a stockpile of the purifying flowers, in case they were ever needed again.
Swirling the hot chocolate in his mug and taking another decadent sip of it, he smiles over the rim at Deimos, understanding the persuasion in his tone even without it being overt. "Then I will see if I can venture out this season," he concedes. "But if it does get too cold, I am coming straight home." Chuckling, he sets his mug down again. "Speaking of the hotsprings, I've also been learning to swim."
Swirling the hot chocolate in his mug and taking another decadent sip of it, he smiles over the rim at Deimos, understanding the persuasion in his tone even without it being overt. "Then I will see if I can venture out this season," he concedes. "But if it does get too cold, I am coming straight home." Chuckling, he sets his mug down again. "Speaking of the hotsprings, I've also been learning to swim."
