KORBIN
Remember when I swore
That you and I would never die
That you and I would never die
It was a lot, and Korbin sat stunned when he realized the full extent of the burden she was heaping on him. The tone his sister used was new - curt and commanding in a way he had only really heard out on hunts - but his response to it was a straightening of the back, a lifting of the chin. Like he'd only been waiting his whole life to finally hear these exact words. "Like an overseer, of sorts, you mean? That's... alright. I'll do it." He looked immensely proud, to be so trusted, and it was with great difficulty he held back a grin.
"I'll save the overbearing jerk attitude for when it's needed," he promised, mouth twitching with a desire to smile. "Possibly it'll be difficult with Loren, but... I think I'll try to talk
with him. Maybe we can work things out a bit better." Korbin still didn't think he had done anything wrong in his arguments with the healer, but it would be good if they found some middle ground... Somewhere between the gushy best friends that the former Launceleyn seemed to want, and the complete lack of interaction that Korbin really would prefer. Neither would get what they wanted, and it would be better for Weaver if they at least spoke civilly.
As Weaver kept spinning on the matter of Neron, Korbin nodded. "That said, we're going to need every hand we can find to get things back to normal," he mused. "And... I suppose you know this already, but Ascended don't eat food like us. What... are you going to do about that? Let him snack on his guards?" His grimace was uncomfortable; the idea of drinking blood - or giving it up for someone else's sustenance - was as unpleasant to him as the knowledge of what came along with that bite. He very much doubted that anyone would want to get that close to the Hailstorm.
"I'll save the overbearing jerk attitude for when it's needed," he promised, mouth twitching with a desire to smile. "Possibly it'll be difficult with Loren, but... I think I'll try to talk
with him. Maybe we can work things out a bit better." Korbin still didn't think he had done anything wrong in his arguments with the healer, but it would be good if they found some middle ground... Somewhere between the gushy best friends that the former Launceleyn seemed to want, and the complete lack of interaction that Korbin really would prefer. Neither would get what they wanted, and it would be better for Weaver if they at least spoke civilly.
As Weaver kept spinning on the matter of Neron, Korbin nodded. "That said, we're going to need every hand we can find to get things back to normal," he mused. "And... I suppose you know this already, but Ascended don't eat food like us. What... are you going to do about that? Let him snack on his guards?" His grimace was uncomfortable; the idea of drinking blood - or giving it up for someone else's sustenance - was as unpleasant to him as the knowledge of what came along with that bite. He very much doubted that anyone would want to get that close to the Hailstorm.
Remember when you swore
we had it all?
we had it all?
