Though Faeline doesn't know it, she's swearing herself to a person who tends to prefer ripping out their own heart than ask for help. It makes them a "burden" and a "needy little bitch," and Dimitri would rather not be either of those. "I didn't know Ragnar very well," Dimitri says, the truth and all the truth they're going to share. It seems rude to mention disdain for a man at his own funeral. And if people aren't in the know, they don't need to be.
But the look they give her is one of quiet contemplation. "I... don't know these lands particularly well, either," they admit. "I don't leave home often. But... Elysium has a portal into Mythris. We have new wolves show up there all the time." It's an offer they can at least give. "And Fiadh and I are going to wander in the spring. If your companion's children don't show up through Elysium's portal, we could... let you know if we find them?"
It's a long shot, but any shot at all is what Faeline sounds like she wants. "It might work? It might not. I'm not... good at finding people."
But the look they give her is one of quiet contemplation. "I... don't know these lands particularly well, either," they admit. "I don't leave home often. But... Elysium has a portal into Mythris. We have new wolves show up there all the time." It's an offer they can at least give. "And Fiadh and I are going to wander in the spring. If your companion's children don't show up through Elysium's portal, we could... let you know if we find them?"
It's a long shot, but any shot at all is what Faeline sounds like she wants. "It might work? It might not. I'm not... good at finding people."
And now we've realigned the edges
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
I'm doing very well I thank you
All this sympathy is starting to wear me down
I wish I was someone else
