[se] stretching new wings

She earned a smile. An actual smile from the Sword. If he was able to feel her emotions along the bond there would be a sense of giddiness. Cordelia doesn't know if he can if she's not shifted seeing as she can't feel his, but they're there for him either way. "You're welcome." She offered with a smile of her own, bright and happy, one of the first she's flashed in a while. Cordelia didn't know Deimos as simply one to wreak havoc and devastation. She knew him as a protector and provider. Now she knew him as a creator too. Cordelia didn't catch the shift to his expression or his laugh that never fully became a laugh. Her blush would have surely deepen had she, but for now her thoughts and feelings about the other hunter are relatively safe. She nodded in agreement, another soft smile curling on her lips even as she chipped away at the stone, slowly forming one of many arrowheads. "I know. I don't hold it against him. I just wish I could do more." The admission was soft and her smile faltered with it before she was taking a breath to chase that feeling away. The Attuned took the bundle of feathers, reaching out to smooth a hand over his snout in thanks, "These will do nicely." She told him, praising his efforts in finding her the grouse feathers. "I hope so too." The young Attuned agreed, starting on the next arrowhead. "What will you do? If things don't change?" Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run