If it felt awkward for Marcus, it was no less so for Nina, who was never more aware of her status than she was in moments like this. She was supposed to be a dignified, regal presence in Halo - not the kind of person who chased after an errant fireball in the middle of the night. At this rate, she would never live up to her grandmother’s legacy, and she felt the loss so keenly at that moment that she suddenly wasn’t quite sure what to do or say.
Fortunately, Marcus filled the silence for her, and she listened with no small amount of relief as he directed their efforts. ”I see,” she said when he had finished. ”I do not know Safrin well. Your father is Noah, yes?” The man who had once been Vi’s demigod, if she recalled correctly, and therefore someone who would know better than she what might appeal to Vi’s herald. ”I will gladly defer to his suggestions - and your directions. I do not venture out of the Citadel as often as I should.” In other words, she wasn’t quite sure where to look.
Fortunately, Marcus filled the silence for her, and she listened with no small amount of relief as he directed their efforts. ”I see,” she said when he had finished. ”I do not know Safrin well. Your father is Noah, yes?” The man who had once been Vi’s demigod, if she recalled correctly, and therefore someone who would know better than she what might appeal to Vi’s herald. ”I will gladly defer to his suggestions - and your directions. I do not venture out of the Citadel as often as I should.” In other words, she wasn’t quite sure where to look.
Nina
