Hadama inclined his head in acknowledgment of the Plague's limits, though at Liam's question he had to pause his own research to think carefully. "I am... uncertain," he admitted. "The Mer were not affected. And I was not coming to the surface then." He had been focused on his own life beneath the waves, back when a different King had swum the halls of the underwater palace and Hadama had been content to be a simple smith.
Or, if not content, then at least intent upon carrying on his mother's trade.
It was the second question that had him lifting his gaze from his page to meet Liam's eyes with quiet dignity and determination. "We must," he said simply. "What alternative is there?" He turned the book he had in front of him, pointing to a description of the Blight and its cure. "Perhaps these... Vi's Roses. They have cleansed infections before."
Or, if not content, then at least intent upon carrying on his mother's trade.
It was the second question that had him lifting his gaze from his page to meet Liam's eyes with quiet dignity and determination. "We must," he said simply. "What alternative is there?" He turned the book he had in front of him, pointing to a description of the Blight and its cure. "Perhaps these... Vi's Roses. They have cleansed infections before."
