He returned the staff to Amalia gravely, then watched as she handed it immediately to Kiada. He tilted his head to the side but held his misgivings within. The weapon was the baker's to distribute as she pleased, and she had only recently begun to learn the intricacies of fighting as an integrated group. His advice, he suspected, would either be unwelcome... or untrusted. Hopefully not by her, she who he loved so deeply, but there were others who would find the worst in his decisions.
They always did.
Instead he turned away from Kiada, touching Amalia's arm lightly and indicating Ronin's office. He hoped the guildleader wouldn't mind, but he had a gift for the baker that he hoped she would find useful for the days (the Night) to come.
"Amalia, a moment please," he murmured. "I have something else for you." Not merely the return of her staff but something else. Not a light in the dark, but a window into it. Or so he hoped it would be, something to connect them when the world tried to tear them apart.
They always did.
Instead he turned away from Kiada, touching Amalia's arm lightly and indicating Ronin's office. He hoped the guildleader wouldn't mind, but he had a gift for the baker that he hoped she would find useful for the days (the Night) to come.
"Amalia, a moment please," he murmured. "I have something else for you." Not merely the return of her staff but something else. Not a light in the dark, but a window into it. Or so he hoped it would be, something to connect them when the world tried to tear them apart.
