He smiled wanly at Kiada's excellent point, but Deimos gave nothing back, and his tired eyes didn't miss the tension in Amalia's jaw in spite of her hospitable words. The day had been long and full of pains both physical and spiritual. The emotional weight was immense, and they were all buckling under the strain. He had misjudged his moment and roused tempers, even if they were all too tired to maintain the anger.
"Then you have my apologies, little bird," he smiled at Kiada, leaning over to slip an arm around her shoulders, the alcohol easing the usual awkwardness as he offered a gentle half-hug to the Harpy. "But leave I must." He shook his head at Amalia, smile softening as he extended his arm for Isuma to glide over to. "It's never too late to go to Rory's, and I should have gone to him sooner. It's not fair to him to make him spend the night not knowing what's become of us."
And though the bakery was cozy, it was not his place,and he felt that keenly now. "Sleep well, friends," he said gently, stroking Isuma's head. He looked around a final time at those who had been so hurt, but selfishly seeking comfort for himself as he turned to slip out the door, stretching arms to wings and leading Isuma home.
"Then you have my apologies, little bird," he smiled at Kiada, leaning over to slip an arm around her shoulders, the alcohol easing the usual awkwardness as he offered a gentle half-hug to the Harpy. "But leave I must." He shook his head at Amalia, smile softening as he extended his arm for Isuma to glide over to. "It's never too late to go to Rory's, and I should have gone to him sooner. It's not fair to him to make him spend the night not knowing what's become of us."
And though the bakery was cozy, it was not his place,and he felt that keenly now. "Sleep well, friends," he said gently, stroking Isuma's head. He looked around a final time at those who had been so hurt, but selfishly seeking comfort for himself as he turned to slip out the door, stretching arms to wings and leading Isuma home.
