VARUS
With the Infirmary under way, Varus has found that he’s spent a few more moments lingering in the Temple than he otherwise would have. It’s fine, truly, makes it easier to up on fluid while here before he departs at the very least. And that might be part of what he’s up to when he slips in toward the shrine – noting its differences from the one that had stood there before he’d been lost in a war centuries ago.
But he notices someone sitting there, almost as if they’re boring holes into the shrine with how they stare at it. And Varus can’t help but comment, his metal arm lifting to rub at his opposite shoulder, flashing them a small fanged grin. “Sorry, kid. Thought the shrine was empty. I can wait ‘til you’re done if I interrupted.” An olive branch, Varus halfway between stepping in further and stepping out of the room – all dependent upon what Cameron chooses.
But he notices someone sitting there, almost as if they’re boring holes into the shrine with how they stare at it. And Varus can’t help but comment, his metal arm lifting to rub at his opposite shoulder, flashing them a small fanged grin. “Sorry, kid. Thought the shrine was empty. I can wait ‘til you’re done if I interrupted.” An olive branch, Varus halfway between stepping in further and stepping out of the room – all dependent upon what Cameron chooses.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
