You can’t stop the change,
any more than you can stop the suns from setting.
He grins, letting Hawthorn's bump jostle him a little more than necessary before slowly righting himself again. The continued busy-ness of Thorn's work comes as no surprise, and Zavien lets out an amused laugh. "True," he says it with a smile, leaning into the humor and lightheartedness of the conversation.
But sympathies momentarily interrupt that, the sweat dripping down his back turns nearly stifling from the reminder of the recent loss. His smile shifts to something softer - sadder. Looking down at the glass in his hands, he speaks gently, accepting if not tinged with a hint of grief. "Thanks. Me too." Sighing, Zavien raises his eternal optimism to his friend with a warm and compassionate expression. "At least no one got hurt in the fall." There's plenty more to be upset about, but at least his people had made it out, and they'd have a chance to start a new life somewhere else.
Eager to keep things light, he chuckles and adds, "Maybe now I'll finally get a chance to visit the House of Midnight."
But sympathies momentarily interrupt that, the sweat dripping down his back turns nearly stifling from the reminder of the recent loss. His smile shifts to something softer - sadder. Looking down at the glass in his hands, he speaks gently, accepting if not tinged with a hint of grief. "Thanks. Me too." Sighing, Zavien raises his eternal optimism to his friend with a warm and compassionate expression. "At least no one got hurt in the fall." There's plenty more to be upset about, but at least his people had made it out, and they'd have a chance to start a new life somewhere else.
Eager to keep things light, he chuckles and adds, "Maybe now I'll finally get a chance to visit the House of Midnight."
Zavien
