Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Sah’s murmured words have her pressing a brushed kiss to his temple, fond. Then she parts to allow his cousin to embrace him. The warmth that emanates from the only stranger to Hotaru mingles with the general internal and external camaraderie, though Hotaru shamelessly cuts herself off entirely from the woman. It’s not personal - she simply doesn’t know her. Though it’s clear she and Noah are enamored with each other, the entire situation surrounding them does not encourage her to let her guard down. Which is why she’d grateful when gravity returns with information and shared concerns. Hotaru does not have much to add frankly. They are all experienced with Halo’s intricacies, and have some form of leadership experience amongst nearly all of them. “I can fly as well to scout.” The offer is there, to be taken and utilized if desired. “Noah and Deimos should stay and attend to funeral arrangements with Sah. Noah knows the rituals best, and both should be present in case Neron returns or unrest breaks out. I can go with Cordelia, that way nobody is alone.” Until the uncertainty has passed, there’s no sense in thinning their numbers or being alone. Not when they are well known as the individuals who had ousted Morgan. “It may be a risk, but it’s one we may have to take.” And frankly Ru trusts her own verbal diplomacy more than her beloved but stoic friends in attendance if they really do encounter riled up Ascended.
