i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
There’s a nod granted toward Deimos as he mentions that they could separate out the tasks – because she knows he’d end up trying to take them all on, ensuring their success and what not. And it would certainly prove to be difficult come LongNight if he was burning at both ends, to try and be on top of the game when it mattered the most. So here she is, caring and looking out for him, even if he didn’t think he needed it.
At least he accepted it.
“Yes.” She agrees, flashing him another bright smile. “Perhaps we can see who might be willing to lead those as well? Give a time frame to try and gather as much as we can. Should we separate a section out in the Temple to store things while we prep?” She asks, tilting her head toward him in a thoughtful manner before she purses her lips slightly. “Perhaps some extra bedding and things can be made? Drinks from the VlamVloed might be something worth seeing to bring in for the week?” Because while she couldn’t drink anymore, she knows a great many still would prefer to have the option.
Who is she to deny them?
At least he accepted it.
“Yes.” She agrees, flashing him another bright smile. “Perhaps we can see who might be willing to lead those as well? Give a time frame to try and gather as much as we can. Should we separate a section out in the Temple to store things while we prep?” She asks, tilting her head toward him in a thoughtful manner before she purses her lips slightly. “Perhaps some extra bedding and things can be made? Drinks from the VlamVloed might be something worth seeing to bring in for the week?” Because while she couldn’t drink anymore, she knows a great many still would prefer to have the option.
Who is she to deny them?
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
