they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She gives him that very same excited grin, as if she’s been told one of the biggest secrets and needs to get all her emotions out before she can box it up and keep it hidden away for however long she needs to. As he tells her he’ll see what Amalia does, she gives him an animated nod to that, before settling in and grinning at the mention of Kiada.
“I didn’t know she baked. But with Amalia teaching her, I’m sure she’s wonderful at it.” She adds a small amount quieter to that, pleased the Harpy has found something to better spend her days. But the mention of repayment is granted a smaller nod, a quiet huff of a laugh. “Oh I know. But I want to.” A smaller fanged smile to that, more like her old self. But she draws her cloak around her a bit tighter and peeks out the window before looking back to Deimos.
“Well, I should be going. Thanks for the training, Deimos. Let me know what I can do to help.” She says softly, reaching over to squeeze his arm before turning, prepared to leave should he not have anything else to add.
“I didn’t know she baked. But with Amalia teaching her, I’m sure she’s wonderful at it.” She adds a small amount quieter to that, pleased the Harpy has found something to better spend her days. But the mention of repayment is granted a smaller nod, a quiet huff of a laugh. “Oh I know. But I want to.” A smaller fanged smile to that, more like her old self. But she draws her cloak around her a bit tighter and peeks out the window before looking back to Deimos.
“Well, I should be going. Thanks for the training, Deimos. Let me know what I can do to help.” She says softly, reaching over to squeeze his arm before turning, prepared to leave should he not have anything else to add.
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