Sohalia
Soh winced as Deimos stared at her, disbelieving, and ruefully wished that she had come up with something to say other than that she hadn't a way to defend herself. When she said it out loud, it did sound a little silly, but honestly! Who went around preparing for the worst to happen? But then, Deimos had lived through the war. She supposed that explained a lot."Um," Soh said, shifting uncomfortably. "I didn't really... think about it?" she offered by way of explanation, blushing furiously at how ridiculous she was sure she sounded. "I just... didn't really think I'd need to defend myself," she added in a tiny voice, as though somehow continuing to admit her shortcomings was somehow going to make it better. "I guess I thought I could just... shift and fly away?" This last bit was a little hopeful - perhaps that would assuage Deimos's concerns, even if only a little.
But then he was working some kind of magic, and Soh looked on with interest as a large wooden thing took shape between his hands. It was a shield, she realized, and he was gifting it to her. "But - I don't -" she said, eyeing the shield warily. After a moment, however, she stepped forward and gingerly took the offered object. "So I just... hold it up?" She looked at Deimos quizzically, clutching the shield in front of her. It was heavier than she'd expected.
and that's the hope I have
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
