cauldron of storms

Cordelia

Cordelia purses her lips. He's right, of course, as per usual. It's different than the general that others are used to. Unwilling to bend when it comes to his own grudges, but this is different. It wasn't Sah's fault. None of it was. She had been hurt and angry and the only thing she knew to do was fight. He was just as hurt as she was. Cordelia sighs, nodding slowly at his suggestion, "I'll try talking to him." She murmurs, finishing the last of her tea and setting the cup aside.

The Shrike looks to Deimos once more, "Thank you for this. For listening." Her smile is tentative, not reaching her eyes entirely, but for a moment she looks like her old self.

Present all your pretty feelings
May they comfort you tonight