an ounce of prevention

if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again

whether in this life or the next

“And we didn’t even stay to ask them what they were doing there.” She winks, mirroring the grin that he offers as she shifts her weight a small amount in her inspection. She turns back briefly only to give him a raised brow at the mention of that Korofian bar, a playful smirk crossing her face. “The last time I went to a bar alone, I didn’t go home empty handed.” She offers chipperly, recalling Ezra and their tryst – a playful smirk crossing her face with that memory. “Perhaps I’ll find a particularly roguish Halovian to show me the comforts.” Another hum of a laugh leaves her throat before she quiets to inspect the grounds and turns back to him.

She explains the predicament she found herself in, and offers a bright smile back to him in response despite the sorrow that fills the bond with it. She’s not exactly one to dwell on it and now that she has Deimos here, with Amalia, there’s truly nothing to be sad about when it comes to the Reaper turned Sword. So she nears him again, stopping just before him to peer up at him with glimmering icy eyes. “So am I.” She agrees, offering a bright, almost girlish smile back at him. “But it certainly helps with the whole badass, stoic look, don’t you think?” She asks, spinning a slow circle in front of him before landing just back in front of him with a wink and stepping through the door.

you are, and always shall be, his

KIADA