CHULANE
I believe that dreams are sacred
He watched the transformation with quiet awe, a smile curling his lip, as he pressed treats into Zuriel's awaiting muzzle. The Chief raised a brow at the Sword's initial assessment of being fine, but he needn't press the issue - it would seem Deimos already knew such a dismissal would hardly be a sufficient response. He nodded, accepting the amendment, ultimately relieved to hear it, but apprehensive about its permanency.
They had to get the cure. They simply had to.
"Glad to hear it. You're probably already doing it, but maybe aim to take a dose of the water every four days or so? If you run low just come by the office. I promise I've kept the ningos out of it." He tried to insert a note of humour into the moment, a slight smirk bending the corner of his mouth.
"I'm…" he shrugged, before realising he was doing just what Deimos had done to him before. "Sleeping a bit better, but I still struggle with the sun not ever properly setting." He paused, taking a moment a regroup - he was all for asking the tricky questions, but he was just as bad as the rest of them when it came to talking about the uncomfortable stuff. He was also very good at deflecting, and glossing over details - he never had to do that with Kia, never felt inclined to hide anything from her. There was so much more he could say, and in time he probably would, but for now, he happily drew attention to something that might help them both get their minds off the sorrows of the world.
"Hey, how fast can that shift run?" Without waiting for an answer, he summoned the largest shift he held within him, formidable and towering. The moose stood before them, amusement tinkling over the bond, and the hint of a challenge given as he raised a front hoof to paw playfully at the snow before them.
They had to get the cure. They simply had to.
"Glad to hear it. You're probably already doing it, but maybe aim to take a dose of the water every four days or so? If you run low just come by the office. I promise I've kept the ningos out of it." He tried to insert a note of humour into the moment, a slight smirk bending the corner of his mouth.
"I'm…" he shrugged, before realising he was doing just what Deimos had done to him before. "Sleeping a bit better, but I still struggle with the sun not ever properly setting." He paused, taking a moment a regroup - he was all for asking the tricky questions, but he was just as bad as the rest of them when it came to talking about the uncomfortable stuff. He was also very good at deflecting, and glossing over details - he never had to do that with Kia, never felt inclined to hide anything from her. There was so much more he could say, and in time he probably would, but for now, he happily drew attention to something that might help them both get their minds off the sorrows of the world.
"Hey, how fast can that shift run?" Without waiting for an answer, he summoned the largest shift he held within him, formidable and towering. The moose stood before them, amusement tinkling over the bond, and the hint of a challenge given as he raised a front hoof to paw playfully at the snow before them.
Take my darkest fears and play them
