There was no way for this to be not awkward, but it couldn't be put off any longer now that the blight no longer held him in its sway. His eyes were clear and blue again, and only a faint trembling in his hands revealed the last vestiges of the sickness of body and soul that had once shaken him to his core. The corruption was no longer an excuse to avoid potentially difficult situations, and he was glad when the door opened and Deimos stood calm and stoic in its frame.
It meant he wouldn't have to try and gather his courage twice for what he was about to do.
"Hello, Deimos," he said with quiet courtesy, trying to ignore the uncertain tension in his stomach as he stood with outward serenity. He gave a small bow of gratitude, accepting the General's hospitality and stepping within - pausing only to shake as much snow from his cloak and boots as he could manage quickly before clearing the doorway so his host could shut it again and stop the warmth from escaping.
"I... have been remiss in coming to apologize for what I said to you while Zariah still ruled. It is something that I wanted to do before LongNight." He drew in a breath, then bowed low to the other man, ignoring the stubborn protests of his pride more easily now that he knew what was at stake. "I am sorry for not trusting you, and for impugning your courage that day." He rose, uncertain what the other man's response would be, knowing only that Deimos had a way of confounding all expectations. He didn't expect or even hope for forgiveness, but if he had learned one thing it was that Deimos would do what Deimos would do, and not all his guessing would prepare him for what that ended up being.
It meant he wouldn't have to try and gather his courage twice for what he was about to do.
"Hello, Deimos," he said with quiet courtesy, trying to ignore the uncertain tension in his stomach as he stood with outward serenity. He gave a small bow of gratitude, accepting the General's hospitality and stepping within - pausing only to shake as much snow from his cloak and boots as he could manage quickly before clearing the doorway so his host could shut it again and stop the warmth from escaping.
"I... have been remiss in coming to apologize for what I said to you while Zariah still ruled. It is something that I wanted to do before LongNight." He drew in a breath, then bowed low to the other man, ignoring the stubborn protests of his pride more easily now that he knew what was at stake. "I am sorry for not trusting you, and for impugning your courage that day." He rose, uncertain what the other man's response would be, knowing only that Deimos had a way of confounding all expectations. He didn't expect or even hope for forgiveness, but if he had learned one thing it was that Deimos would do what Deimos would do, and not all his guessing would prepare him for what that ended up being.
