Safrin
Appearing in a puff of lilac smoke as if some great and vast creature had sighed out a breath into the chilly air, Safrin appears poised on top of the altar. Dressed far more conservatively than is her norm, it's with a reserved smile that she acknowledged Deimos as she reaches for the makeshift vase of flowers. Trickling her fingertips over the multi-toned petals, Safrin flicks her galactic gaze through their stems and towards the Sword.
"It has been some time since you have come to see me." She notes, though nothing in her tone or expression suggests she thinks he is unaware of this. "But I suppose it is still nice to be needed." This is of course clearly in reference to the scale that he holds, though with her hands full of flowers she makes no effort to take it from him.
"Defense against magic fullstop is not possible, but you can lessen the effects of a particular kind of magic." She says, her gaze returning to the flowers again. "But you should know this. You have made items like these before."
"It has been some time since you have come to see me." She notes, though nothing in her tone or expression suggests she thinks he is unaware of this. "But I suppose it is still nice to be needed." This is of course clearly in reference to the scale that he holds, though with her hands full of flowers she makes no effort to take it from him.
"Defense against magic fullstop is not possible, but you can lessen the effects of a particular kind of magic." She says, her gaze returning to the flowers again. "But you should know this. You have made items like these before."
