[se] towards better things

cover you when the sky comes crashing in

His brows furrowed, not at the sudden appearance of the dragon, but the notions of the bright counter; nose wrinkling slightly as he steered them along another street, consulting his list to give himself a moment of consideration. He would never think himself so high and mighty, no matter what had been earned; sacrifices for people were just that, the strength used over and over again to ensure the safety of others. Whether that was the simple act of hunting, or throwing himself at ghostly demigods on top of a deadly summit, scarcely seemed to matter.

So the Warden had nothing for a moment, head raised against the wind as he strode down the cobblestones and snow, listening to the Stormbreaker and all the other pointed ventures. Unfurling another long sigh so the warm vapor puffed and swirled around, before dissipating, gave him enough time to bite back the self-deprecations, and tilt his cranium slightly. “On that, we can agree,” actions for actions, rather than the wakes of persecution because of one indignant New God. “You have heard the news on Safrin, then?”

Opting to throw the youth a bone, rather than plunge onward in silence (despite the temptation) or talking more about himself, his piercing eyes landed back upon Koa. “I heard the Dragoons are expanding.”

DEIMOS