A laugh bubbles up his throat at her words, though it is more than a laugh. It is a thing that hides uncomfortable truths of his own, though he has always been very good at brushing them aside. “It would take much more than a few monsters to kill me.” His reply is easily spoken, filled with the light-hearted humor that masks any uncertainties he might have. Then he continues, a falsely put-upon sigh leaving his lips. “I seem to have developed the bad habit of always coming back.”
He’s never quite certain if he always will, if perhaps this time might be the last. For a man with so few insecurities, this is perhaps one of his greatest. There’s a strange sort of uncertainty in not being able to die.
But as with everything else that makes him uncomfortable, he brushes it aside. A problem to be dealt with at a later date. Always a later date.
Her next comment strikes Cassian as oddly curious however. He tilts his head, features quizzical as his gaze roves her entire form, trying to determine what she had meant. As far as he could tell, she looked perfectly alive to him. Although, perhaps she had encountered some trouble during the eclipse. This notion, much to his surprise, draws a flutter of concern from the pit of his belly.
“You seem perfectly alive to me.” he quips back lightly, though he can’t quite hide the note of disquiet. Shifting forward, he reaches out to touch the shoulder she had indicated, muzzle gently brushing the galaxy skin there. She feels as solid and real as she had last time they’d met (though he must say this is certainly more pleasant than teeth). After a moment, he withdraws slightly, brown eyes lifting to hers. “Did something happen to you… during the eclipse?”
@[Beryl]