Evie
It can’t be easy, knowing there is worse to share and choosing to inform her regardless. Though Evie is adamant and unflinching in her support of him, as both a Warden and a man, she knows well the desire to withhold and conceal out of a misplaced desire to protect someone. Which is why she is patient as he contemplates and constructs responses. Allowing him to share this variety of news in the manner best befitting his goals for this conversation.
The good news was the best place to start, and though she’s never met Safrin, the Goddess has always uplifted and sheltered the loved ones in her life which makes her a bright spot in the otherwise dim, uncertain fealty Evie has for the gods. She’s happy for him, and it shows plainly in the arch of her brows, the bright and toothy smile on her face. “That’s wonderful! Though I don’t know how you’ve managed to postpone shifting, I would be too terribly curious to wait so long.” Likely would have shifted moments after the Goddess departed, if it was her. “Perhaps after we find the Penolaeth you might consider it?” It’s a playful wheedle, curious on his behalf - and her own, of course - and hoping it might uplift them at the end of their journey depending on the severity of the bad news. Speaking of - “What is worse, the bad or unfortunate news?” Synonyms as they are, Evie’s uncertain which is more dire in his mind.
The good news was the best place to start, and though she’s never met Safrin, the Goddess has always uplifted and sheltered the loved ones in her life which makes her a bright spot in the otherwise dim, uncertain fealty Evie has for the gods. She’s happy for him, and it shows plainly in the arch of her brows, the bright and toothy smile on her face. “That’s wonderful! Though I don’t know how you’ve managed to postpone shifting, I would be too terribly curious to wait so long.” Likely would have shifted moments after the Goddess departed, if it was her. “Perhaps after we find the Penolaeth you might consider it?” It’s a playful wheedle, curious on his behalf - and her own, of course - and hoping it might uplift them at the end of their journey depending on the severity of the bad news. Speaking of - “What is worse, the bad or unfortunate news?” Synonyms as they are, Evie’s uncertain which is more dire in his mind.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
