DELPHINE
Delphine's gaze wandered the darkness of the mask as the god fills the space around them, hazel eyes reveal something other than curiosity--not quiet fear, but certainly closer to fear than anything else; a jumble of awe, respect and a hint of fear. "For others?" Her head tilted, and she drifted into silence before she held her hands up. "I'm a healer. I do a lot for others... But I used to do more," she admitted, quietly. Somewhere in the back of her mind, before Caido, before Bellamy, she remembered a girl that put everyone before herself.
"I came to... demand things of you, twice now. But I've never asked... can I do anything for you?" There's no apology on her lips, nor in her eyes, but the question is sincere.
"I came to... demand things of you, twice now. But I've never asked... can I do anything for you?" There's no apology on her lips, nor in her eyes, but the question is sincere.
What's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?
Dandelion, dandelion.
