You are the night-time fear
He's not quite up to speed on what's going on here, and this is in spite of the combined efforts of Wessex and Mabel to get him a bit more educated on what's happened the past three hundred or so years. He's been told enough to understand the basics, and as an outsider, agrees that it's about time to do something about it.It's a war council, and he's no stranger to those. Aamu leans against a wall, reading the mood, listening to the ideas, considering them. War preparations are familiar—his break from those is but a mere few weeks.
He considers Isla. He considers Azrael. Sets his gaze on Nate, first. "What shifts can Sunjata offer us?" he asks politely. Aamu remembers the names from the wedding reception. He knows what is being offered, and he is grateful.
"If we have the people to spare, we should set up a signaling system and a retrieval team, and a secure location where we can bring wounded to those with medical and bio-tech knowledge. Preferably as close to a Shrine as we can get."
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
