Even having a familiar face nearby does wonders for the strange darkness settling over Osozo, their mind clearing just the slightest bit, the smile on their face growing more genuine, more natural somehow.
If there was breath in Osozo's throat, it would have frozen at the question, the first thing out of Aisha's lips. "I have." They wonder if this is news they should share, if it is meant to be spread around, but it will come out one way or the other, regardless of what they do. The rest of the drink is thrown back, because it feels right, feels dramatic, before the Demi-god fixes his new companion with a red eyed stare. "There's been casualties. The queen, and another." More, they were sure, simply knowing the little they did of Longnight, but this one seemed to carry the most weight, for ascended and non-ascended alike.
OSOZO
The touch and gaze of those to whom we are less than nothing
