a day once dawned

Hotaru There's little doubt in her mind that he would have eventually offered to help. For all his insistence that he is a stoic man, he is selfless at heart, warm and always willing to shoulder more than his fair share of someone's burden. She holds this close at heart, knows he'll never admit to such softness and consideration. It's all the more endearing and amusing, his denials, but she doesn't want to embarrass him any further than her admission of platonic affection previously. He's likely to combust otherwise. "Thank you, I'd appreciate that. I'd like to get it set up soon, gather some hands to make the process smoother." In the coming days she'd likely announce it on the Notice Board, but even if nobody responds she's sure between the two of them they'll be just fine. Though her fair brows rise at the mention of a militia. Has she been so far under a rock, so new, that she hasn't noticed the presence of such an organization? "I loathe starting over as such a burdensome fighter, but if you vouch for the efforts of the militia I'd be happy to join." Though her natural talents have always aligned with secrecy and duplicity, she had trained hard to keep her crown, her Generals in line, her stolen goods protected. It will be annoying to start from scratch again, both physically and magically, but the end result of being useful at her family's side when shit inevitably hits the fan is more than worth it. She can't bear to be a burden on them, a weak link, but she has to start somewhere. Hotaru looks at Deimos a tad incredulously at the revelation about Midas, then hides a chuckle behind her hand. "That certainly makes me feel better about having stolen that ridiculous man." It had led to his death but well. That's not Hotaru's problem anymore, and she doesn't regret it, less so if Cera had been bitter about his father. "Though it says a lot that even the Golden Prince could not stand him." How anyone could in the first place is a mystery to her. If he'd gotten his head any further up his ass, he would have broken his own spine. And it's a comfort, to think of Cera starting over somewhere new. Somewhere hopefully free of pain, of tragedy, of the unfairness that had taken his life here in Caido. So she merely nods, consumed with her own thoughts about it.