NERON
the hailstorm
"Mm, and I'm glad you aren't either." Neron of course acquiesces, lifting the blankets so he can wrap his arms around Morgan and cocoon them in the sort of warmth and comfort that's only usually afforded too everyday couples. Certainly not for the recently returned Warden and her secret Spymaster boyfriend. Leaning his cheek against the top of her head, the Ascended's eyes close again. He might not be able to sleep, but he's certainly rested here - and he plans to be for some time.
Still, a low grumble leaves his throat as he's asked what happened, Neron huffing and drawing her closer. "Gods, where to begin..." But he does tell her, all of it - their appearance at the outskirts; the swathes of monsters and the leader of them all; Wessex and the Eirachi's magic; Pet and Edy dying; everything from there. "Your turn," he mutters.
Still, a low grumble leaves his throat as he's asked what happened, Neron huffing and drawing her closer. "Gods, where to begin..." But he does tell her, all of it - their appearance at the outskirts; the swathes of monsters and the leader of them all; Wessex and the Eirachi's magic; Pet and Edy dying; everything from there. "Your turn," he mutters.
