[OPEN] (Re)Unions

Amalia stepped out in nearly the same moment he did, looking hale and hearty and lifting a weight off Caiside’s chest that he hadn’t know had been there. The last he’d seen her had been with the tulmhainar. He could have been told a million times that she was fine, but still didn’t truly believe until he could see for himself. Caiside stood quietly while she was greeted, though it was clear he was eager to move. He had not yet had the chance to wander, and see the village on his own terms, and while that wasn’t exactly what their intentions were, it wasn’t hard to turn looking for someone into looking around. Falling into step quite cheerfully behind the group, he turned to speak, more to Jigano than to Sam, though he wasn’t excluding the other guildmember from his words, too clever to let any disagreement between them make him look bad. ”They were holding people to be... eaten. He offered, uncertainty in his tone as he looked back up at Amalia again. ”Though, evidently not in the traditional way. Perhaps the others weren’t befitting a meal?” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;