Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Korbin huffed a quiet chuckle in return, and threw a glance around the main foyer. There were many rooms in the building, but most of them had been made into temporary housing for all the refugees, Grounders and Halovians alike that were displaced and couldn't fit into the Kraai. This room, with its large open space, seemed to have been made into a communal area. People sat talking quietly in small groups, parents entertaining their children while mending clothes, swapping news and exchanging tales both happy and sad. He felt the eyes of many on him, and assumed they would pester Kiada for more information as soon as he had left.
"Good enough for now, in other words," he summarized, with a clear understanding that this situation wouldn't be sustainable for too long. "Me? Aside from being run ragged by my sister, I'm fine. I got luckier than most." Korbin still had his family, his close friends, and his house was intact. The Kraai was intact. His personal losses were minimal, which perhaps explained why he was able to take up the heavy burdens of a new job - Overseer, no less - with such ease.
Focusing back on Kiada, he tilted the head curiously as she went on. "Oh? What did I do to earn an ass kicking? Any other day, I might have taken you up on that." His grin was lopsided; tired or not, it was still nice to hear her laugh. Actually hear it, you know, because last time he hadn't been able to hear her voice at all.
It made him think that maybe she would make a good singer after all.
"Good enough for now, in other words," he summarized, with a clear understanding that this situation wouldn't be sustainable for too long. "Me? Aside from being run ragged by my sister, I'm fine. I got luckier than most." Korbin still had his family, his close friends, and his house was intact. The Kraai was intact. His personal losses were minimal, which perhaps explained why he was able to take up the heavy burdens of a new job - Overseer, no less - with such ease.
Focusing back on Kiada, he tilted the head curiously as she went on. "Oh? What did I do to earn an ass kicking? Any other day, I might have taken you up on that." His grin was lopsided; tired or not, it was still nice to hear her laugh. Actually hear it, you know, because last time he hadn't been able to hear her voice at all.
It made him think that maybe she would make a good singer after all.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
