it's gonna be hard, but you have to start

Deimos The Sword crouched before Lilly, the touches of his companion and Attuned abilities sweeping through the fringes, bestowing his own portions of affection for the wolf. You have grown rumbled through him in a proud way, as if the beast she be content and satisfied with her manner of strength and power; grinning as he scratched at her ears. His gaze swept back towards Sah for a moment, permitting a light smile to remain. At ease, for the moment – not so guarded, not so reticent, not so drawn back into himself. “For now,” as if it could alter and change within an instant; as things did so often here. Unaware the Abandoned would even want a hug or some contact, Deimos continued to indulge the wolf – though his eyes did detect the way Cordelia came around, and the movements along the Sentinel. He stopped himself from laughing or teasing. That could come later. With only an arch of his brow, and the air that he was deliberately pretending not to see it, he tilted his head, towards Noah, and then sunk lower, along the ground and soil. Belial landed soon thereafter, blending in amongst the void at his back, and eventually Deimos strived to settle into whatever was coming. “All right. What happened?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime