Aurelia
Aurelia nods in agreement, glad that Ray could understand her desire to learn more about the work she did. "How did you get to be so good at this? Did you have a teacher, or did you learn as you went?" She asks curiously, wondering where the experience had been built and bolstered from, where it had all begun for Ray. It doesn't surprise her that healing was Ray's chosen field, not now that she had begun to know the woman and her caring nature. The first time they'd met, she'd been ready to mend a bloody nose on the fly.
Only time will tell. That is something which doesn't quite sit well with Aurelia. Milo is convinced that Torchline was a safe haven of sorts during Longnight. What would happen to him if monsters erupted from the portals? Would he survive such an event? Would others, unsuspecting as they were? "No one knows, then," she murmurs in disbelief, "Certainly one of the Gods should have answers, at the very least? What if they come here next? There's a lot more people here than in Halo..." and the consequences of no preparation could be far greater.
Her expression darkens and muddles with confusion, worsened by the fact that Seren is.. gone. Her lips form a tight line and, truthfully, she doesn't know how she feels about it right off the bat. But she does know one thing: "Seren wasn't made for this world," she says, scoffing sadly, "she's too... good. Maybe she's better off with her mother, until the war is over. I hope, anyway." Hopefully something tragic hadn't befallen the young girl, causing her to be sequestered away. Ray's touch feels as though it's an anchor, and Aurelia smiles distractedly at her friend, reaching to place her other hand over hers to reassure the woman that she's alright.
Only time will tell. That is something which doesn't quite sit well with Aurelia. Milo is convinced that Torchline was a safe haven of sorts during Longnight. What would happen to him if monsters erupted from the portals? Would he survive such an event? Would others, unsuspecting as they were? "No one knows, then," she murmurs in disbelief, "Certainly one of the Gods should have answers, at the very least? What if they come here next? There's a lot more people here than in Halo..." and the consequences of no preparation could be far greater.
Her expression darkens and muddles with confusion, worsened by the fact that Seren is.. gone. Her lips form a tight line and, truthfully, she doesn't know how she feels about it right off the bat. But she does know one thing: "Seren wasn't made for this world," she says, scoffing sadly, "she's too... good. Maybe she's better off with her mother, until the war is over. I hope, anyway." Hopefully something tragic hadn't befallen the young girl, causing her to be sequestered away. Ray's touch feels as though it's an anchor, and Aurelia smiles distractedly at her friend, reaching to place her other hand over hers to reassure the woman that she's alright.
What is clear is what is gold
You're only human after all
You're only human after all
