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The reassurance was appreciated and she tucked that away to help her through the cold nights that were to come. Cordelia knew that there would be moments where she doubted he realized she was there for him in whatever capacity he wanted her, but she'd be there for him. For both of them. These thoughts are still swirling in her head as the conversation shifted towards schemes and plans. To what they would do if it didn't work. If they kept failing and were forever shut out from a place that used to be their home. Still, Deimos was as she always knew him to be, persistent. He was unyielding and stern in his determination. They would keep trying. They would try until they no longer remained. Not just because it was the right thing to do, but because it's the only thing they could do. His words steeled her spine, urging her to square her shoulders and set her jaw, a wrinkle forming between her brows as she gave a firm nod at his words. "It is odd. Part of me wonders if Torchline is spared because it isn't an easy place for them to be. With the sun and all that. Maybe it has to do with the previous connection to Nate? As for the Greatwood... Well, Remi is there and Ronin too. It would be unwise to press there." She finally said, placing her arrowheads and those that were in progress into her bag, moving to stand once more. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run