didn't think we'd ever make it
My, but Amalia certainly is getting her fingers in all the pies here. Ronin pauses, still chewing on his cookie to listen to the discussions surrounding the Sea of Glass. And when his daughter glances to him, he thinks hard before responding. "I don't think Halo will welcome Deimos," he agrees. "Not after what happened. Remi has also offered to come along, though, if the whole family is thinking of showing up. I was going to head up to the Climb as well, to petition Tanau. He might be able to help us melt that ice."
As for whether they needed to tell Morgan about it? He shrugs gently. "We are on the orders of a goddess, and without Deimos, there is no one present who wouldn't be welcome in the Citadel anyway. Do we need to ask permission?"
The conversation takes a turn then, though, the Huntsman sitting up in his seat and bristling. "No," he says, the words spilling out before he can help it. "I don't like the idea of my husband or daughter going anywhere I can't follow, if they need help."
As for whether they needed to tell Morgan about it? He shrugs gently. "We are on the orders of a goddess, and without Deimos, there is no one present who wouldn't be welcome in the Citadel anyway. Do we need to ask permission?"
The conversation takes a turn then, though, the Huntsman sitting up in his seat and bristling. "No," he says, the words spilling out before he can help it. "I don't like the idea of my husband or daughter going anywhere I can't follow, if they need help."
this close to safety in one piece
RONIN
