Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
"Well, we are. I didn't know you knew him." Her eyes narrowed slightly on the smith in quiet scrutiny.
Indeed, she had no idea. The extended absence from the Grounds had left her woefully uninformed of who had Ascended and who remained their old selves. It startled her to see the sharp teeth in Alexander's mouth, and she found herself... sad. To realize that he had made himself part of the conflict. Inextricably tied to the fate of the Voice. For all that she didn't much care for him and his jokes at her expense, he probably didn't deserve what the war would bring onto all of them.
"Oh," came her quiet reply. A little awkward before the strange smile of his, uncertain whether she ought to congratulate or offer condolences - the latter felt more apt, but would probably make Amun frown if he knew that's how she still thought. "Alright, if you're sure."
She still hesitated before crossing the threshold. The temperature in the room set off a number of alarms within her, and she kept as much distance from the forge as possible even as she began to sort through the lanterns.
"How can you be a smith if you're... you know." She made a vague gesture, keeping her head bowed over the work before her.
Indeed, she had no idea. The extended absence from the Grounds had left her woefully uninformed of who had Ascended and who remained their old selves. It startled her to see the sharp teeth in Alexander's mouth, and she found herself... sad. To realize that he had made himself part of the conflict. Inextricably tied to the fate of the Voice. For all that she didn't much care for him and his jokes at her expense, he probably didn't deserve what the war would bring onto all of them.
"Oh," came her quiet reply. A little awkward before the strange smile of his, uncertain whether she ought to congratulate or offer condolences - the latter felt more apt, but would probably make Amun frown if he knew that's how she still thought. "Alright, if you're sure."
She still hesitated before crossing the threshold. The temperature in the room set off a number of alarms within her, and she kept as much distance from the forge as possible even as she began to sort through the lanterns.
"How can you be a smith if you're... you know." She made a vague gesture, keeping her head bowed over the work before her.
