like scar said, be prepared

Her words land and in a way, Wessex is comforted. She doesn’t need comfort in the traditional way, but knowing that her thoughts align with her Lady’s regarding the death of her faux-siblings is something, at least. She imagines they are not the kind of beings that need their hands held all that often. But when they do… well, it’s nice to not be turned away. Even the monsters that growl in the night need the occasional cuddle from their monster mother. She cracks a smile and quips back with a slightly raised brow. “That’s a dismissal if I ever heard one.” Rising to her feet, Wessex brushes off any dirt or dust she may have accumulated whilst kneeling and muses in the process, “I trust Lucas about as far as I can throw him, but he does come in handy for things like this.” But really, they need others to Ascend. The rest of ‘em are fucking useless. “Always a pleasure, Lady. See you soon.” Wessex offers the image a short bow and then sees herself out, with a promise of the good little soldier’s return. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here