LAST LINES - patrol

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'ARIA'  P H O B O S  .|.  S U S U R R U S  I N F E R I  .|.  'REQUIEM'  D E I M O S

Despite having been here for a few days now it was true enough he had barely interacted with anyone residing in this ‘pitt’ preferring so far to stick with the company of his husbands, not for lack of wanting to interact but merely because it was more familiar,

At most he’d met perhaps three of them - the Ardent’s Praetor Gael and the strange pup, Virgil - outside of that he’d only seen the others from afar,

So he was rather surprised when a small voice broke through his wandering thoughts, he stopped his slow walk momentarily to glance down beside himself.

Aine she called herself - and from what he’d been told of the descriptions, this was their healer - fleshweaver - no? He inclined his head to her - somewhat surprised but gratified she knew his name and spoke it well (most did tend to trip over the many s’s inherent in it)

He hummed with a nod of affirmation ”a pleasure miss Aine - and yes, I was patrolling, a slow day though it seems” he didn’t know whether to be grateful for that, it might be boring but an attack was more trouble than it was worth sometimes, hm.

His pale eyes flickered back to her from where they’d wondered to glance at the horizon across from the rotting border - and then flickered to how gingerly she had moved on her leg and the black threaded face of the redeemer frowned in concern ”should you be walking on a bad leg?”

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