It's a feeling we always chase

SUNJATA

the flood

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

A brow raises while he listens to her speak, talking of Weaver and the idea of making their own liquor for the Kraai. It’s a wonderful thought, reminiscent of how he had made a few specific drinks to follow those that meant a lot to him when the bar started. Lusea had one, a smoky drink with a harsh burn. Melita had one too, complete with a honey sweetness and twist to it.

“That’s a good idea.” He rumbles with a slight smile to that. But she captures his full attention as he swallows down another bite of food when she mentions mage glass, head tilting slightly. “What do you and Loren plan to do with it if you find it?” He asks, hoping they plan to keep it away from Zariah’s hands.

Gods knew that his shifts were no match to magic, and the thought leaves him relatively uneasy when it comes to facing off with Zariah if it ever came down to it. So he fills his glass with another amount of whiskey, offers to fill hers up again too, before taking a longer sip of it to try and ward away those particular anxieties.

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