who we are and all that we're trying to be
While they spent their days drifting amidst Torchline, the monolith presumed he might as well help before returning to the Grounds to do the very same measures. Their needs seemed to differ from home, and from what he’d heard and discovered, required much in the way of water control, and striving not to flood. Using his enchantments might’ve been more efficient, but upon reading the note on the boards while passing through, and the tenuous agreements between him and Sunjata, he meandered his way towards the chosen routes of Haulani.
He assumed the preferred shift of the hellhound for now, large, Stygian paws marching over sands and cobblestones, down the ridges and roads of Haulani, until he reached the destination. His eyes went first to the panther, familiar in their last sieges and assaults, jaw feathering as he clenched down upon fangs at the memory, before his eyes riveted to the materials already present. I can help, he offered thereafter with a singular nod, sitting back on his haunches as well. Sunjata would have every right to refuse him, and it wouldn’t bother the Sword any, but the beast was willing to give back to the community harboring him and the Shield, while they sought recovery and relief from ongoing traumas.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
