[Training] [se] now what's in store

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Reading her expression, he wasn’t certain how much deeper the ravine, the measures, the insecurities went. Knowing his own, it was probably safe to say Cordelia has more going on below the surface, and if she wasn’t going to share, then he wouldn’t pry. Instead, there only seemed to be a rounding of forced, forged acceptance, and he was forced to let the subject go. Long, calloused fingers toyed with the spear in his hand for a moment, making some other adjustments, or merely allowing a semblance of restlessness to meander through his pulse. It was difficult to tell, while his mind worked and wiled away at other things – her inquiry gave him enough pause that he didn’t hurl the weapon at the object again, biding and mulling over the matter of the world outside their own. “I have not heard much more on the investigation.” Perhaps they were still finding evidence, or tracking portions down. He’d been sent to the funeral, after all, and not on clues or hunches. “But there was an assault on Stormbreak.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace