[ Ephemera hums in agreement, sparing a final glance to the ceiling. There's no reason at all for him to be thinking about home. He hasn't stepped foot back there in years and he's been in caves since then, hundreds of them. He was underground less than an hour ago when all the shit went gone. But maybe it's just his brain making connections in the dark. Going back to the old memories in the face of something so abjectly fucking strange.
No point in that, though.
He rolls his shoulders, then follows Angela. She stays on his left side, covering his blindspot. It's a pattern they've fallen into lately, one that's gone unspoken. But there's trust between them now, a change Ephemera couldn't have predicted and probably should have fought. It runs counter to his mission, and the work he still needs to do. And yet.
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No point in that, though.
He rolls his shoulders, then follows Angela. She stays on his left side, covering his blindspot. It's a pattern they've fallen into lately, one that's gone unspoken. But there's trust between them now, a change Ephemera couldn't have predicted and probably should have fought. It runs counter to his mission, and the work he still needs to do. And yet.
And yet. ]
Noodles.
[ He nods, glancing at her briefly as he signs. ]
Something hot. You got ideas?