[ Her heart leaps at the news. Although her relationship with Mal was more fraught than ideal when she left, her heart leaps at the news. She hadn't asked out of fear of knowing the outcome. To mention it in passing, in easy conversation... well that must mean he is alive and safe. Mal deserved a life, uncomplicated in the ways hers could never really be. Her smile comes easily as her relief is palpable, the corners of her eyes crinkling in joy.
She is the only one unaccounted for, and she has already constructed a likely fate. The way that he's looking at her, the outcome he described... If the Darkling is gone, well, it makes sense for his complement to go as well, and apparently it had been some time since they had seen each other. It was a sacrifice she knew was almost surety. Her power is a frightening weapon, and while it is part of her being, a thing that makes her thrive as it grows, it's a relief to know that she may be unbound from it too.
She offers a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Too calm to be for her friends, this is one for herself. But she won't mourn herself. Saints were meant to be martyrs. ]
I probably shouldn't admit this, but if you asked me I would probably would have said that sounds like an utterly fantastical and impossible outcomeβ [ She holds her hand up anticipating his interjection about how it is really improbable, thank you Nikolai. And it's not for lack of faith in any of her fiends and allies. It was herself that she doubted. ] βbut one that I am truly happy to hear.
[ Hoping to keep the conversation light and not focused on her almost sure death, she turns her head to him, offering a bit of a mischievous glance before she teases him. ]
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She is the only one unaccounted for, and she has already constructed a likely fate. The way that he's looking at her, the outcome he described... If the Darkling is gone, well, it makes sense for his complement to go as well, and apparently it had been some time since they had seen each other. It was a sacrifice she knew was almost surety. Her power is a frightening weapon, and while it is part of her being, a thing that makes her thrive as it grows, it's a relief to know that she may be unbound from it too.
She offers a gentle nod of acknowledgement. Too calm to be for her friends, this is one for herself. But she won't mourn herself. Saints were meant to be martyrs. ]
I probably shouldn't admit this, but if you asked me I would probably would have said that sounds like an utterly fantastical and impossible outcomeβ [ She holds her hand up anticipating his interjection about how it is really improbable, thank you Nikolai. And it's not for lack of faith in any of her fiends and allies. It was herself that she doubted. ] βbut one that I am truly happy to hear.
[ Hoping to keep the conversation light and not focused on her almost sure death, she turns her head to him, offering a bit of a mischievous glance before she teases him. ]
And have you found a queen to keep you in line?