Zavien
If Soh had voiced her internal concerns, Zavien would have reassured her that the battle she faced might not have consisted of primarily metal or blood, but it was just as traumatizing, and he would never minimize the impact that could have on someone. She was more a warrior than most.
For now, he only saw the quiet strength, the determination not to drown in the sorrows, and he did what he could to encourage that. His smile was soft, trying to project an air of lightness and a bit of playfulness that felt extremely distant at the moment. "I think that's a great idea. I'm pretty sure I have some sweets in my secret office stash that need finishing." He wasn't much of a sweets person himself, but it always seemed to ease a mood, to brighten someone's day. He also kept a stash of jerky for the more savory folks, and a small liquor collection for those who needed something stronger. If that was what Soh needed, he'd willingly offer it, but he didn't think alcohol was going to help them process their grief.
Looking to the sky, he squinted for a moment, measuring. Then he tilted his head towards the path, his hand hovering gently near to guide her along as he offered another attempt at a smile. "Come on. Looks like we have about an hour until sunset." It would take them about twenty minutes to walk. Just enough time for them to get there and settle in before the sun dipped below the horizon.
For now, he only saw the quiet strength, the determination not to drown in the sorrows, and he did what he could to encourage that. His smile was soft, trying to project an air of lightness and a bit of playfulness that felt extremely distant at the moment. "I think that's a great idea. I'm pretty sure I have some sweets in my secret office stash that need finishing." He wasn't much of a sweets person himself, but it always seemed to ease a mood, to brighten someone's day. He also kept a stash of jerky for the more savory folks, and a small liquor collection for those who needed something stronger. If that was what Soh needed, he'd willingly offer it, but he didn't think alcohol was going to help them process their grief.
Looking to the sky, he squinted for a moment, measuring. Then he tilted his head towards the path, his hand hovering gently near to guide her along as he offered another attempt at a smile. "Come on. Looks like we have about an hour until sunset." It would take them about twenty minutes to walk. Just enough time for them to get there and settle in before the sun dipped below the horizon.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
and man cannot live without love.
and man cannot live without love.
