sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She nods, uncertain of the full outcomes. “Last I saw him, Loren was healing him.” She replies softly, contemplatively, sorrowful despite the attempts they had all made. But she had left before she had time to actually survey what had happened, had moved onto scanning the piles of mud and helping pull those from the wreck, from the pits.
The mention of Ronin, however, causes her gaze to drift a bit further over to him – green and haunted, shadowed, sad. For Ronin, for Remi, for Aoife, for all of them who had lost someone when she was just so thankful that Bastien had returned home, had been okay throughout it all. And she nods in response at first, unable to figure out what to say – perhaps that’s best.
The council, however, could be useful in defenses, in preparation, ensuring that those that are able bodied would be willing to help take measures to their safety. But… He’s right. He’s right that nothing could have stopped it other than perhaps more people paying attention before it had gotten there – they hadn’t, and those that did fight it hadn’t been quick enough. But they’d at least tried, and she gives them the credit for that alone. “You’re right.” She admits, softly, squeezing his hand and leaning closer to him. “After LongNight, I guess I just expected things to be fine until the next one.” She frowns.
The mention of Ronin, however, causes her gaze to drift a bit further over to him – green and haunted, shadowed, sad. For Ronin, for Remi, for Aoife, for all of them who had lost someone when she was just so thankful that Bastien had returned home, had been okay throughout it all. And she nods in response at first, unable to figure out what to say – perhaps that’s best.
The council, however, could be useful in defenses, in preparation, ensuring that those that are able bodied would be willing to help take measures to their safety. But… He’s right. He’s right that nothing could have stopped it other than perhaps more people paying attention before it had gotten there – they hadn’t, and those that did fight it hadn’t been quick enough. But they’d at least tried, and she gives them the credit for that alone. “You’re right.” She admits, softly, squeezing his hand and leaning closer to him. “After LongNight, I guess I just expected things to be fine until the next one.” She frowns.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
