Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
A small quirk of a smile steals fondly across her lips as she watches him rummage for honey and sugar. Hotaru prefers her tea plain most of the time, and is happy to tease at any given opportunity, but instead she merely watches from the corner of her eye as she inevitably does decide on potatoes with a bit of asparagus added in. As she sets about cubing and seasoning them, his response drifts over, and she sets the potatoes and vegetables to cooking before wiping her hands and joining him at the counter.
All it takes is a thought down the connection to Atlas, who - never straying far from the house - immediately takes note of Haai and plods along obediently to the back door. "Whatever advantage I can give you is yours, even if it's just a reprieve from pain," she murmurs as she presses another kiss to the crown of his head, trying in vain to get her fill before the sun rises. Hotaru departs only long enough to let Atlas inside, the unicorn already sprouting much taller in the seasons she'd been gone but intelligent enough to move throughout the house unaided. Their communication is entirely silent, but Atlas is quick to understand, wandering over to touch the tip of his horn as close to the wounded part of Sunjata's wing as he can, letting his magic flow through and mend what it can.
He doesn't linger long, giving a snort of warm air before wandering over to the back door once more to escape into the darkness. Hotaru watches him go fondly, amused by his eternally purposeful actions. Only turning back to finish cooking the steak, keeping it slightly more rare and piling potatoes and asparagus all onto one plate to share. Less dishes that way of course. Sitting opposite of Sunjata, she hands him his own utensils, and spears a cube of potato for herself. "Feel any better? If you want to practice flying, now is probably the best time while it's dark." Easier to blend in with the night sky, to hide from prying eyes.
All it takes is a thought down the connection to Atlas, who - never straying far from the house - immediately takes note of Haai and plods along obediently to the back door. "Whatever advantage I can give you is yours, even if it's just a reprieve from pain," she murmurs as she presses another kiss to the crown of his head, trying in vain to get her fill before the sun rises. Hotaru departs only long enough to let Atlas inside, the unicorn already sprouting much taller in the seasons she'd been gone but intelligent enough to move throughout the house unaided. Their communication is entirely silent, but Atlas is quick to understand, wandering over to touch the tip of his horn as close to the wounded part of Sunjata's wing as he can, letting his magic flow through and mend what it can.
He doesn't linger long, giving a snort of warm air before wandering over to the back door once more to escape into the darkness. Hotaru watches him go fondly, amused by his eternally purposeful actions. Only turning back to finish cooking the steak, keeping it slightly more rare and piling potatoes and asparagus all onto one plate to share. Less dishes that way of course. Sitting opposite of Sunjata, she hands him his own utensils, and spears a cube of potato for herself. "Feel any better? If you want to practice flying, now is probably the best time while it's dark." Easier to blend in with the night sky, to hide from prying eyes.
HOTARU
