all my nightmares escaped my head
Confirmation from her that it was okay he’d fallen asleep, paired with the warmth of her forehead against his, has the smuggler relaxing a fraction. She isn’t trying to run out of the house and disappear anymore and he considers that certainly a good sign. So it leaves room for Milo to ask the real question – what the fuck was happening? Shifts and a new face and everything.
He was exhausted further by just trying to piece the dots together.
But then it comes – Safrin’s attuning of Aurelia – something that has his gaze widening a fraction as he stares at her, the surprise evident. The fact that a shield had been given to her from the deity, too, only adding perhaps to the fact that Milo should seek out the gods a bit more intensely if Aurelia managed to get in the good side of things. Blessed, as it were.
So he swallows hard when she does, drawing silent to let his tired mind wrap around it all. A small dip of his chin is given at the mention of her face changing – so glad that he and Melita hadn’t stumbled across the very same type of terrible spirit. “’m glad.” He breathes. Glad that she’s still her even if it’s going to take him a while to commit her face to memory again.
But his brows are pinching as she explains what happened to the Slagveld. “…Where’d they go?” He asks – unaware and perhaps a bit surprised that they’d leave on such short notice. Surprised as well that someone would take advantage of them being gone so quickly to cause so much distruction. “Y’killed a companion?” He says with a slight shift to his lips, a small frown forming.
He doesn’t like it, but her reasons make sense in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. But he’d always been the runner or the healer – avoiding conflict where he could, whenever possible. That was his M.O.
“So yer gonna go ‘n see Jack ‘bout it.” He comments, a repeat of what she’s just said, and his chin lifts to look her in the eye as he purses his lips. “A’ight. Okay. We… We can talk more ‘bout it when y’get back. Is it… It’s safe fer y’to go now, right?” The entire thing was hard to figure out, hard to wrap his mind around. But hopefully she’d healed enough that even if her pursuer finds her, she’d survive that too.
He was exhausted further by just trying to piece the dots together.
But then it comes – Safrin’s attuning of Aurelia – something that has his gaze widening a fraction as he stares at her, the surprise evident. The fact that a shield had been given to her from the deity, too, only adding perhaps to the fact that Milo should seek out the gods a bit more intensely if Aurelia managed to get in the good side of things. Blessed, as it were.
So he swallows hard when she does, drawing silent to let his tired mind wrap around it all. A small dip of his chin is given at the mention of her face changing – so glad that he and Melita hadn’t stumbled across the very same type of terrible spirit. “’m glad.” He breathes. Glad that she’s still her even if it’s going to take him a while to commit her face to memory again.
But his brows are pinching as she explains what happened to the Slagveld. “…Where’d they go?” He asks – unaware and perhaps a bit surprised that they’d leave on such short notice. Surprised as well that someone would take advantage of them being gone so quickly to cause so much distruction. “Y’killed a companion?” He says with a slight shift to his lips, a small frown forming.
He doesn’t like it, but her reasons make sense in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. But he’d always been the runner or the healer – avoiding conflict where he could, whenever possible. That was his M.O.
“So yer gonna go ‘n see Jack ‘bout it.” He comments, a repeat of what she’s just said, and his chin lifts to look her in the eye as he purses his lips. “A’ight. Okay. We… We can talk more ‘bout it when y’get back. Is it… It’s safe fer y’to go now, right?” The entire thing was hard to figure out, hard to wrap his mind around. But hopefully she’d healed enough that even if her pursuer finds her, she’d survive that too.
bar the door, please don't let them in
MILO
