Harper
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
She pulls away, and rightly so given how swiftly he approaches. Harper would normally respect it, but he knows he hovers far too close until the moment he can ascertain there are no evident wounds or injuries. Only then does he settle back on his heels, shins pressed into the earth of the enclosure as her eyes find his. Mittens' screech has him pausing, and he's glad for it given the rest that spills forth. She isn't the best actor, but Harper pauses all the same as he considers how much he should push. They're friends, but only just. How much is too much? And how much can he safely admit to her, if she might still be on Dahlia's council?always being led
"A lot going on myself," he admits quietly, trying for a bittersweet smile that might offer kinship if nothing else. "I..." he fails immediately, and he exhales slowly. This may not be wartime, but it stinks of it, and trust is harder now. But he has to. Lena has given him no reason not to trust her. "Sohalia is like a daughter to me. I'm here trying to investigate her absence, before Stormbreak becomes impassable." Something he fears greatly. It could be by Dragoon presence, re-instituting the anti-Abandoned defenses, anything. He feels as if there's a timer ticking down somewhere, and he is just one man these days. Regionless, unsupported, unknown. What can he possibly do?
But he can't afford not to try. Not with Sohalia on the line.
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
