So much for that. He can't help it, can't smother alarm, the shot of pupil. The draw of blade. For all his small frame, Cedric doesn't much look a mediator, and it's written now in his grip, the sun etched upon tang. Military, Chantry. Little different between nations.
"Yeah?" Her mouth drips. He ought to turn, check Jonah. Can't put his back to her. "Didn't s'pose he'd need to."
He is counting Nevarrans, he is counting who might be awake and present to hear. He no longer doubts her name. Come on. Come on, some fucking luck,
There's no one ashore. A breath out. Cedric sits — he doesn't sheathe the knife. It's his emotional support knife.
no subject
So much for that. He can't help it, can't smother alarm, the shot of pupil. The draw of blade. For all his small frame, Cedric doesn't much look a mediator, and it's written now in his grip, the sun etched upon tang. Military, Chantry. Little different between nations.
"Yeah?" Her mouth drips. He ought to turn, check Jonah. Can't put his back to her. "Didn't s'pose he'd need to."
He is counting Nevarrans, he is counting who might be awake and present to hear. He no longer doubts her name. Come on. Come on, some fucking luck,
There's no one ashore. A breath out. Cedric sits — he doesn't sheathe the knife. It's his emotional support knife.
"Spy come with?"