i see now i made a mess

You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Once enough of the paper and tobacco is smouldering that it doesn't threaten to wink out, Morgen takes a long pull before holding the cigarette out toward Kiada. It seemed the polite thing to do, not that manners were something the man was particularly well versed in.

The wrangler could think of at least one lingering ascended; he'd met Isla idk, timelines are weird, but had promised to keep her name and identity under wraps. Though he couldn't imagine what trouble would come from telling Kiada, it wasn't for him to decide, and so he merely pursed his lips and gave a thoughtful nod. 'Well shit.' He remarked with a grin to hear that she was related to a demigod as if that might be a point of pride for her.

"Yeah, keepin' in touch is..." Vaguely, Morgen gestures around them. Here they were, locked in by an asshole shrub in the ass-end of the continent. To say that keeping in touch was hard was an understatement.