bittersweet pastry - reintro

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Hearing that Deldrach hadn't been slowed down by the injury inflicted upon her by Caesar... it was honestly a relief. A positive for Roan, in a life that, as of recently, hadn't been filled with very many of them. With a soft bout of laughter leaving him as he heard the warrior woman, the soothsayer merely shook his head and muttered, "I really should've figured... Although, I was fairly certain you wouldn't let someone so insignificant get you down." As much fuss as Caesar loved to make, the eyesore of a feline was only a relatively small blip on Roan's radar, if he was being honest. Yes, he had attacked Caesar and – rightfully – gotten revenge for Deldrach, but that was more out of a sense of duty and honor rather than feeling as though Caesar was important. Roan had dealt with a meteor strike within his first few weeks as a medic – one feline wouldn't be enough to shake him anytime soon.

Speaking of his work as a medic... when Rosemary spoke up, the siamese nearly felt a sense of sadness fill him. Mainly because he knew that Rosemary truly believed what she was saying. She believed that he was the permanent soothsayer that The Typhoon needed – that she thought she could never be. And yet, he constantly felt as though he was falling. Drowning, beneath everything that came at him... a dry and slightly strained chuckle left him then, more vulnerable than he had meant for it to be. After that, he just nodded and spoke in his usual direct tone, "Yes... yeah, we should really do that at some point." He wanted to talk to her, even if he knew it could end up hurting. And with that, the tension on the air – at least on Roan's side – mostly faded. His attention had already drifted over to Vayne, the male flicking his tail in her direction as a form of silent greeting.

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