She stands, stoic and quiet awaiting their answer, offering little more than an understanding nod at the news that the water has affected them differently. ”You gamble with yourselves whenever you try to use a cure like that,” she says of the water, glancing between Nate and his husband with static eyes. And for the first time her gaze lingers upon Sunjata, as if recognising that he is not sick, like there might be something more to be done than throwing out stabs in the dark.
”I asked your sister. I asked Wessex,” she explains to her bright one. ”But she is sick, too. There is a metal that was pulled from the LongHeat god, Tanau. I require it, but it is currently in Halo with Loren the Firebrand. Retrieve it - help her however you might.”
”I asked your sister. I asked Wessex,” she explains to her bright one. ”But she is sick, too. There is a metal that was pulled from the LongHeat god, Tanau. I require it, but it is currently in Halo with Loren the Firebrand. Retrieve it - help her however you might.”
