Aamu
No? Okay. Aamu's not always on point in his guesses and he can accept that. Henry's eyes are steely, hard, angry, and for a moment the Ascended fears he might've really put his foot in his mouth and overstepped (over-rolled? not sure how you step with a foot in your mouth). He's prepared to offer an apologetic shrug and to try and smooth it over when Henry sighs and tells it to him straight. Aamu was right, or close enough anyway.
"You should not apologize," he says softly, head tilted to the side. "I admire that you want to help, especially in the face of something so dangerous." He does not need a lecture on why he shouldn't. He does not need a lecture on why the Ascended are better suited to fight in the dark. But Aamu thinks, please don't let him take his words as encouragement to stay: it's the last thing he wants, and briefly he closes his eyes.
This LongNight is shaping up to be one real headache. "Don't worry about it," he says dryly. "Not needing to sleep has its perks when the days are short."
He peers at Henry with interest when he begins to pull out a bag. It looks like it's pliable enough, and Aamu chuckles lightly at the comment. He reaches out to accept the offered bag, opening it to peer into it and pull out a few corners, thumbing them to feel how pliable and thick they are. "This is nice. Supple, sturdy enough," and he pushes it back into the bag, making sure it's closed. Looks up in slight surprise when Henry says he can keep the rest. "Thanks."
"You should not apologize," he says softly, head tilted to the side. "I admire that you want to help, especially in the face of something so dangerous." He does not need a lecture on why he shouldn't. He does not need a lecture on why the Ascended are better suited to fight in the dark. But Aamu thinks, please don't let him take his words as encouragement to stay: it's the last thing he wants, and briefly he closes his eyes.
This LongNight is shaping up to be one real headache. "Don't worry about it," he says dryly. "Not needing to sleep has its perks when the days are short."
He peers at Henry with interest when he begins to pull out a bag. It looks like it's pliable enough, and Aamu chuckles lightly at the comment. He reaches out to accept the offered bag, opening it to peer into it and pull out a few corners, thumbing them to feel how pliable and thick they are. "This is nice. Supple, sturdy enough," and he pushes it back into the bag, making sure it's closed. Looks up in slight surprise when Henry says he can keep the rest. "Thanks."
You are the night-time fear
You are the morning when it's clear
You are the morning when it's clear
