where'er the goddess turns her melancholy gaze, Man his loathsomeness displays
Her eyes shift away from his face, and though her expression doesn't twist, there's an air of embarrassment to the motion. "It is easy to forget you are her chosen when you have been Commander to us more than anything else." The way 'to us' is spoken is clearly meant to mean 'to me.' "But if she and the other heralds believe it is best to wait, then we wait." Wait, and prepare, and pray.
A deep twist curls at the corner of her mouth as he hands her the last vial and explains it anew. "They should not be called Demigods at all, given their patron is no real God," she mutters darkly, not unlike a petulant child as she dumps the vial with a harsh twist of her wrist. Exhaling slowly through her nose, regaining well-taught control, she turns and offers a tiny smile his way - and the empty vial, should he want it back. "I am always glad to help you, sir." And she trusts he will hear the unsaid - that should he need it again, he merely need ask.
A deep twist curls at the corner of her mouth as he hands her the last vial and explains it anew. "They should not be called Demigods at all, given their patron is no real God," she mutters darkly, not unlike a petulant child as she dumps the vial with a harsh twist of her wrist. Exhaling slowly through her nose, regaining well-taught control, she turns and offers a tiny smile his way - and the empty vial, should he want it back. "I am always glad to help you, sir." And she trusts he will hear the unsaid - that should he need it again, he merely need ask.
ANJU
