tell the ones you love, you love them

do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,

The door opens, Kiada sliding into the space and letting her gaze scan around – despite the darkened edges of the room, she can see quite clearly. Not like her Attuned sight, of shifting her eyes to find them, it’s simply… Inherited. An interesting perk that she files away to think about later when her eyes land on Zuriel and a smile cracks her face. A small one, of course, no fangs to be seen just yet. “Zuri!” She chimes in greeting, a bit of relief spreading along her bones as she lets Deimos go, watching and listening when he goes to explain what happened.

“Oh.” She murmurs, dark brows furrowing, inching together as she tries to understand the implications. The god had been on fire, how long had it taken for Loren to remove the metal? And with it, damning them all? A chair is pulled out and Kiada swiftly grabs another, quickly with more speed than she should have.

Something to get used to, she supposes, setting the chair with a bit of surprise beside her own. She sits in the one, her gaze lifting to Deimos expectantly, as if silently asking him to sit even if she can’t say it mentally anymore. Her eyes can still convey it. “Was it… Like the Blight?” She asks, by means of the illness, head tilting to the side as she stills. “Did anyone die from it?”

the world fears you

KIADA