[he tips his head in affirmation, his own naturally low and quiet voice not varying much at all.]
Hauling crates one day and slaying sin eaters the next.
[aster shrugs, feeling a quiet twinge of guilt — he doesn't play this game as well as the exarch does, and he doesn't exactly like the feeling that he's lying to lyna. he can't possibly tell her about the first and the source, though, and he can't explain what primals are in only a handful of words. best to just go along with the exarch's story that he's a conveniently battle-ready friend and leave it at that.
his gaze floated away, towards the city, but now they light on lyna again.]
Is there anything you need? [he shrugs.] My hands are idle, as you've noticed.
ofc!
Hauling crates one day and slaying sin eaters the next.
[aster shrugs, feeling a quiet twinge of guilt — he doesn't play this game as well as the exarch does, and he doesn't exactly like the feeling that he's lying to lyna. he can't possibly tell her about the first and the source, though, and he can't explain what primals are in only a handful of words. best to just go along with the exarch's story that he's a conveniently battle-ready friend and leave it at that.
his gaze floated away, towards the city, but now they light on lyna again.]
Is there anything you need? [he shrugs.] My hands are idle, as you've noticed.