[private] Only know how to fly - Magnus

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

His face warms with a smile at her, although there is still a knot in his stomach, the fear of everything that has transpired never far from his mind. There is so much that’s uncertain—so much that he doesn't know, so much that he can’t even begin to imagine—about the coming days. Both internally within Tephra and externally throughout Beqanna. He lips curve, but the bruises are not far from his eyes. “I sometimes choose to stay here,” he says with a hint of humor. “Although I could say the same thing for you. The field must feel empty indeed without you there to help shepherd the souls who find their way there.”

At her next observation, his mouth twists into a slight frown as he lifts his head to look to the horizon, to the lands that lie beyond it. “I will venture forth again eventually, although the trip is certainly longer than it used to be.” He shrugs, unphased by the distance. “I need to make sure that things are established and settled here, but I can’t hide here forever. It won’t do anyone any good if I just bury my head in the sand.”

He knew that likely would mean that he would contract the disease sooner or later, but that was just something that he would need to deal with when or if it happened. He couldn’t avoid the other kingdoms, those in the field, simply because he was worried about what could become of him.

At her next question, his expression grows thoughtful and he’s quiet for a moment before he addresses it. “Tephra is in the middle of some inner turmoil as we determine what her future looks like.” He finds her gaze then and holds it steadily. “But no matter what becomes of us, we will remain a sanctuary for those who need us, and I speak for everyone here when I say that we will support Hyaline however we can.”

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine

@[Ilma]