I have never feared the storm
Sah sighed but gave Seren an understanding look. He could practically read her thoughts in the way she kept her eyes downcast. "It's not your fault. You might be a Demi-god but the actions of your mother do not define you. Nor do they reflect the person that you are, or who you might become." Gods and their followers were separate entitles. Both capable of making choices outside of the other. Even making choices that conflicted with the choices of the other. No matte what Safrin did, Sah would never blame Seren for it. Not unless she was directly a part of it.
Giving the Demi-god a sad smile, Sah added, "And for the record, I'm happy to be here. My world ended and if I wasn't here, I'd be dead. No matter the difficulties that are headed my way, I'm just thankful to be alive." He admitted quietly, still running his hands through Lilly's fur. The action was incredibly grounding for him, a reminder that he was in fact alive, and that he wasn't trapped in the memories that haunted him tonight.
Seren's small spoken thought received a hum from the Outlander. "No one knows, not even the Gods I bet. But we'll make it through and see." Although it wasn't guaranteed by any means, Sah spoke of their survival like it was a fact. After all, you can't go into a war already planning your death. Without hope, there was no point.
Sah noticed Seren's body language, how she'd drawn into herself. It made him want to reach out to her, but he wasn't sure if it was something that she'd appreciate. Or if being touched right now would only make whatever dark thoughts present grow stronger. SO letting her make the choice, he placed one hand casually on the table next to them, palm up. If Seren wanted to hold his hand, it was right there, an open invitation. And if not, it was just a casual movement.
Giving the Demi-god a sad smile, Sah added, "And for the record, I'm happy to be here. My world ended and if I wasn't here, I'd be dead. No matter the difficulties that are headed my way, I'm just thankful to be alive." He admitted quietly, still running his hands through Lilly's fur. The action was incredibly grounding for him, a reminder that he was in fact alive, and that he wasn't trapped in the memories that haunted him tonight.
Seren's small spoken thought received a hum from the Outlander. "No one knows, not even the Gods I bet. But we'll make it through and see." Although it wasn't guaranteed by any means, Sah spoke of their survival like it was a fact. After all, you can't go into a war already planning your death. Without hope, there was no point.
Sah noticed Seren's body language, how she'd drawn into herself. It made him want to reach out to her, but he wasn't sure if it was something that she'd appreciate. Or if being touched right now would only make whatever dark thoughts present grow stronger. SO letting her make the choice, he placed one hand casually on the table next to them, palm up. If Seren wanted to hold his hand, it was right there, an open invitation. And if not, it was just a casual movement.
Sah
