An acknowledgement but not an acquiescence. Natasha glances back over her shoulder toward the woman leading all of this. Literally now, with Suou running himself into the ground keeping the Crossroads going as their safe house and Kirk stolen away into the Winter by his magus of a husband. She's heard through the volunteer healers that Steve is still bedridden. With Blaze gone now too, Natasha is all Isidor has aside from Lyall when it comes to help.
The weight in her chest squeezes tighter. Blaze will be back. She has to be. That's what a Guardian does.
"I'm fine. Crew's not all back yet, is all." It's not even close to true, her being fine. But her own deserved emotions aren't Isidor's concern. The woman has more than enough piled onto her shoulders.
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An acknowledgement but not an acquiescence. Natasha glances back over her shoulder toward the woman leading all of this. Literally now, with Suou running himself into the ground keeping the Crossroads going as their safe house and Kirk stolen away into the Winter by his magus of a husband. She's heard through the volunteer healers that Steve is still bedridden. With Blaze gone now too, Natasha is all Isidor has aside from Lyall when it comes to help.
The weight in her chest squeezes tighter. Blaze will be back. She has to be. That's what a Guardian does.
"I'm fine. Crew's not all back yet, is all." It's not even close to true, her being fine. But her own deserved emotions aren't Isidor's concern. The woman has more than enough piled onto her shoulders.