Good tidings

She's the light in a dark room
She smiles with her eyes and it'll hold you

Ah, so it must be a recent change. Evie is not entirely surprised by that given Deimos had shared Hadama's search for knowledge to arm himself with prior to his decision. "It changes your nature entirely, I think you're allowed multiple years to adjust," she assures, cheeky grin softening into something befitting the comfort she extends.

It's a great compliment to be compared to their starry herald, and Evie's cheeks go slightly pink because of it. "I hope she'll think the same." She knows she is lucky that Frey is the least judgmental against Abandoned, because it's hard to make her better traits shine past the tar-painted exterior of the race she'd been born. Today isn't for regrets and ruminations though, and his answer warms her greater than any fur or magic, melting her expression as she gently squeezes his bare shoulder. "Good. That's all that matters. I'm so happy for you, Dama."

She's a bullet that's about to fire
And she's the steady that will keep you sane

Evie