Hotaru
A small fond smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, poorly hidden, as the Flood startles a little in place and comes to himself. Only he would find enough comfort in a loud bar to nearly nod off. Though part of her hurts, as always, to see how he straightens as if feeling the need to prepare himself against her presence. Ru doesn't hold it against him; it's well-earned.
At least the ghosts that seem to usually haunt him are not the old sort. Whether that's a good thing or not, well. There are always new demons to face. Lifting her own glass to sip idly at it before she responds, she savors the sweet burn of the rum and considers the plentiful things that have already happened in the short time since they'd last run into each other. "Better than I expected, and easier with every flight." There's a quiet gratitude in her tone, unspoken but easily deciphered. Stretching her legs out under the booth, she sighs and tilts her head back against the rest. "The twins visited Frey's shrine at the end of Deepfrost. They're around eight now. Makes it easier to travel." Explaining why she's here at his side and not still in the Greatwood. Listlessly turning her head to face him, she gives a tired smile to match his own lidded eyes. "Ran into Maeve. Then Wessex. The Greatwood has dismally few bars, so," here she twirls one wrist instead of finishing her sentence, the 'here I am' loud in the silence. Clearly intent on drinking past her normal singular glass.
At least the ghosts that seem to usually haunt him are not the old sort. Whether that's a good thing or not, well. There are always new demons to face. Lifting her own glass to sip idly at it before she responds, she savors the sweet burn of the rum and considers the plentiful things that have already happened in the short time since they'd last run into each other. "Better than I expected, and easier with every flight." There's a quiet gratitude in her tone, unspoken but easily deciphered. Stretching her legs out under the booth, she sighs and tilts her head back against the rest. "The twins visited Frey's shrine at the end of Deepfrost. They're around eight now. Makes it easier to travel." Explaining why she's here at his side and not still in the Greatwood. Listlessly turning her head to face him, she gives a tired smile to match his own lidded eyes. "Ran into Maeve. Then Wessex. The Greatwood has dismally few bars, so," here she twirls one wrist instead of finishing her sentence, the 'here I am' loud in the silence. Clearly intent on drinking past her normal singular glass.
But I am just a broken machine
And I do things that I don't really mean
And I do things that I don't really mean
