โ to get close to hand it over should it frighten Eliza off.
โMy focus is entirely on Natlan and its people. No more, no less.โ And he didnโt expect to ever leave again either, that information he would keep to himself.
โYouโre certainly more than correct to hold the harbingers with caution, such is with such a large organisation as a whole. Especially after your own experiences.โ He doesnโt look up from writing his letter, not wanting to spook her more than he had just by existing.
โI was โ
"Much appreciated. You have my gratitude." Doing as he asked, Eliza helped herself with another refill from the pitcher, and took grabbed a Zaythun Paach from the bowl of fruit nearby. The peach was such a lovely pink, and soft and ripe. >>
โ next time they met.
โThe Harbingers are not under strict orders. Weโre given a set amount of freedom, if our goals happen to align with her Majestyโs own then itโs simply a bonus to her.โ His hands remain busy as he seals up the scroll and sets it on the desk, not wishing โ
He also โsimpsโ for Mavuika, as Childe puts it.
But thereโs no need to discuss that at this pointโ
โฆBut did anyone see the way she destroyed him. Clears throat.
โThereโs plenty more. Do help yourself to that and the fruit. I assure you neither has been tampered with.โ The Captain assures quietly, at the very least she could assume the archon would declare war on him should he try anything untoward - not that he ever would.
There โ
Eliza wanted at least to be a little polite and not downright reject his gesture by claiming he would do something to the water, but .... past experiences have taught her to be very cautious with food and drinks that were handed to her by stranger hands.
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โ was no honour in such underhanded tricks. But if she couldnโt believe in his morals and values, his honour as a man, there was at least that much she could consider.
He had expected that even in dedicating himself to saving Natlan, there would be those who would take โ
Such a reaction makes him freeze. She wouldnโtโฆtruly think he would do something to the water, would she? His expression is pained under the mask, his distaste furthering. His colleagues had certainly done a number on her.
He cautiously lifts the bottom of his mask and takes โ
She returned his words with a hum, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement regarding the reports or if he wants her to take a response back with her to Mavuika.
Eliza didnยดt even notice that she has been sweating from the heat until now.
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โ feeling that if he didnโt, she would sprint off into the afternoon heat and end up passing out on her way back.
So he takes a seat, a clean sheet of his personal stationary and begins to pen down a needless letter of thanks and confirmation that there were no further โ
โ warm to be travelling such journeys in this heat.โ He busies himself with pouring her a cup of water from the pitcher he has on hand, using his own power to cool it further to the point itโs just a little above freezing.
He hands it over and offers his seat.
โThank you for making the journey.โ if heโs surprised his tone doesnโt give it away, as even and as polite as ever. He doesnโt hesitate to scan over the contents, distaste settling inside him as he sets it down with the others.
โLet me get you some refreshments. Itโs too โ
With a deep inhale, Eliza pushed the curtain before her aside, entering the lionยดs den. Or....the Captainยดs tent. The inside was....surprisingly spacious. Not like the usually quite open tents from the other Fatui. There was a bed, a shelf, >>