[se] stretching new wings

Both of them were too restless to settle. It was clear in her pacing and the brutal insistence in which he sharpened his blade. Their emotions feeding into each other. The younger Attuned struggled to keep a tight hold on her end of the bond. Something she'd grown rather good at with Noah so close by, unwilling to barrage him with her array of emotions given all he was going through, but now the control she typically exhibited crumpled. For once, she didn't worry what it would mean. Deimos was one of the strongest people she knew. He could handle it and that was something she was grateful for even if she didn't have the words to say as much. Cordelia gave a quick jerk of her head, the motion akin to a nod, jaw feathering as the restlessness of her only shift urged her to flee. "I will wait to see then." The woman finally settled on, lips pressing into a thin line, umber eyes flicking to where he sat. "We should likely return before it grows too late. Noah will worry." This was said with a softer air, unease ebbing away into concern for their counterpart, unwilling to cause anymore strain on him with their absence. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run