[se] stretching new wings

She didn't catch his smile this time, but it didn't matter. Her mind was somewhere else other than counting the little victories that were the small moments of mirth she stole from him. What would others think if they knew these were moments that could be had with the Sword? Cordelia understood now. Why others often thought him cold or grumpy. His emotions were more reserved, his words measured, and his willingness to be open limited by the betrayals that easily came from others. An animal caught in a trap one too many times and now wise enough to know the best way to avoid such fatalities. "Many of the Abandoned call it home too. I could see how they might be opposed to it, but I don't know why Morgan persists when it's clear she has ties to the Voice. Although, she wanted me to speak to Frey for her... To ask for the next regional quest." Cordelia admitted this last part softly, worried he might be displeased to hear such things, but it felt important for him to know. "This was before I fled, though." Her shoulders lifted in a small shrug and she looked back towards him, chewing on her bottom lip, "They do. I'm not sure what Halo gives them at this point." Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run