in tenebris est veritas.
Their hand trails up the mask's antler as they inspect it for damage, their shoulders slumping like a frown when they feel the faint bite marks that the Zhanshi's sharp teeth have left. Their hair is mussed a bit from where the landshark's pulling uprooted the straps of the mask, but they do not bother to smooth it down as their arm escapes beneath their cloak again. Perhaps pointedly, they ignore the initial question.
The two did not have to tell each other anything, after all.
"Chaele," is the simple response, which comes without the touch of their hand. Instead they simply reciprocate the small bow while keeping their arms at their sides, failing to offer even the smile that came so easily to Amun's face. She hesitates again, untrusting but desiring to trust. "I am what they call Abandoned. And I do not think I should have much to revere about those who have abandoned me."
The two did not have to tell each other anything, after all.
"Chaele," is the simple response, which comes without the touch of their hand. Instead they simply reciprocate the small bow while keeping their arms at their sides, failing to offer even the smile that came so easily to Amun's face. She hesitates again, untrusting but desiring to trust. "I am what they call Abandoned. And I do not think I should have much to revere about those who have abandoned me."
