Somewhat pleased to find that his suggestions are taken without much debate or in-fighting, Falke relaxes a bit. Their cohesion and dedication is a testament to their ability to survive this, and so long as they continue to work as a unit, albeit a leaderless one for a moment, he can cling to his optimism.
“I’d say any and all ideas are viable right now,” he offers to Finn, along with a supportive smile. “Better than nothing.” At least it is, psychologically. With Tobi ready to usher Gideon to the infirmary, it seems like the meeting is on its way towards being over and he’s sure he isn’t the only one who wants to digest all this information over a cup of tea (or for others, something much stronger). “Shall we reconvene as a group after we hear from the Gods?” he asks, thinking that perhaps one-on-ones are best until they get something more akin to firm direction. No sense wasting anyone’s time.
