time grows short and nights grow long

Neron

i love you as
certain dark things are to be loved

Wessex's confusion is echoed in the Hailstorm's expression; he merely shrugs his shoulders. "Just because you were there, it does not mean you were paying attention. It is difficult to compliment another's martial ability when something is trying to carve you into pieces," he points out, before leaving it there. His strong enthusiasm could mean anything, after all.

Relaxing into his seat and letting the two women talk training and strategy, he perks up only at the mention of the Voice. "Have you asked her?" he inquires, having assumed their queen and their mother to be hand in glove. "I mean to say, has she offered you any insight regarding what we will need to defend against?"

in secret
between the shadow and the soul