There is a nod from his companion, slow in his processing of things, but the goal gives him something to work towards, something to focus on.
"'F I bring them t' you, couldj' cast it on them?" Would that work? How many people were in this camp anyways?-- but Esteban immediately knows the answer is probably 'far too many'. It's a stopgap measure, a bit of breathing room at best.
But a bit of breathing room is already more than they have at the moment.
Notes of the song drift by them, melancholic and gentle, completely at odds with the cacophony of the camp-turned-battlefield, and Esteban has to bite back a snarl against it, wings shivering against the almost magnetic pull. Not now. They don't have enough time to look into everything all at once, and even just surviving this morning is turning out to be a challenge, with the newly murderous civilians and the not-sun bearing down on them with blinding rays.
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"'F I bring them t' you, couldj' cast it on them?" Would that work? How many people were in this camp anyways?-- but Esteban immediately knows the answer is probably 'far too many'. It's a stopgap measure, a bit of breathing room at best.
But a bit of breathing room is already more than they have at the moment.
Notes of the song drift by them, melancholic and gentle, completely at odds with the cacophony of the camp-turned-battlefield, and Esteban has to bite back a snarl against it, wings shivering against the almost magnetic pull. Not now. They don't have enough time to look into everything all at once, and even just surviving this morning is turning out to be a challenge, with the newly murderous civilians and the not-sun bearing down on them with blinding rays.