It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

anyway, you say you're too busy
saving everybody else to save yourself

The praise for the griffin is received with a small yip from her, leaning into the scratches before settling on the floor, gnawing at a bone she’d also found. Sunjata, meanwhile, follows to the kitchen, thinking nothing of what occurred between them here — trying actively to avoid the thought of it at all. And so he pulls up a stool of sorts, sitting on it and propping his head up with his hands as he focuses on her while she works.

After a few moments, he stands to retrieve a bowl for her to discard things into, before settling again and listening to her — watching the blood as it stains her fingers, recalling how she’d helped clean the cannibals blood off of him, how she’d likely saved his life when the sharks attacked.

So he swallows down any lingering thoughts on that front to focus on what she says, rolling them over in his mind. “Maybe you just haven’t found the thing you truly love to do yet.” He rumbles thoughtfully, focusing his attention on her fingers and the rabbits to avoid looking at her face. “I’m… Sort of lost on that front too — though my habits tend to lean toward the illegal or unknown, as you’re well aware.” His own wry smile crosses his face.

“So my goal right now? To get stronger and be whatever Safrin needs me to be.” He says contemplatively. Letting the Lady of the Stars shape his life to better suit and guide him. To get stronger to keep his friends and loved ones alive.

and you don't want no help, oh well
that's the story to tell