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‘Dont worry. They will respect me one way or another.’ Silver gives him a sharp smile. He’s good at gaining respect when he needs it through various means. His preferred method is talking people into it but he’s not foreign to simply forcing them to. This group will probably go 50/50.

Slowly, he gets up from the floor. Still a bit lightheaded but he’s going to be fine as long as the main part of the pain is gone. His neck throbs still but it’s not too awful.

He walks over to Palkix and wraps his secondary arms around him, setting his chin on the other’s shoulder. They can look each other in the eye in the mirror above the sink. He signs with his primary, slower to make up for the inverted view:

'Some will want to take my place. Let them try. I will show them you’re mine.’

Oh. He didn’t expect that sort of attention. He didn’t expect that Silver would start to feel at least some form of affection in return. Palkix shifts to lean into Silver’s back shutting his eyes a second as he digests it. Did he mean he was his --? Right. Best not to think about that. He shakes the thought away before forcing himself to raise one of his hands to touch Silver’s wrist. “Yeah - you will.” He muses thinking about how Silver was determined to get them out of Severance. “Give them hell, yeah?”

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Silver nods, casting his gaze down for a moment. He doesn’t believe in fate but what if they were meant to stay together? To be partners finally? After years and years of brushing against each other in various situations, that doesn’t sound all too plausible - just the right time, the right place for something to happen. One helping the other, simple debts being repaid over and over till it all stops benefitting one of them.

But -

Damn this fool for making him even think about this.

He looks up again though, shaking his head a little. ‘I’ve been called many things and this would be one of the better ones.’ He signs a little sluggishly, smiling a bit. ‘I would still prefer something else. Not a fan. But as long as they respect you, I’m fine with whatever.’

It be a new thing for both of them. Palkix never was completely in charge back in Kings. He was an archon, yes but no one really listened to him. And the servitors always preferred the 4th over himself do to the older being a seer. It was a bitter pill to understand, a bitter feeling of that nothing he did was good enough. Perhaps that was why he turned out as he did. And why he been building this group on the side. 

He turns his body to start to run water at the sink to clean it up, giving Silver time to think and digest. He glances back occasionally to see if the other signs and when he does, he shakes his head. “Respecting me is all fine and good. But I would prefer that you are respected too. Without you, there is no way I’ll be able to lead this group.”

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Pirriks lets Jorvek drag him forward, not really paying much attention to the surroundings. He’s bristling at the cold, burying the lower half of his face in the scarf even deeper, kicking a stone here and there on the way in annoyance - at least that was some kind of emotion.

“It’s ruins. Like any other, ruins.” The Kell snarks, looking around briefly, but then he sighs deeply, his shoulders slumping. He stops his mate and brings him closer, not letting go of the other’s hand. It’s wrong of him to treat Jorvek like this.

“I’m sorry, love. I know, you want to, help.” 

‘Nothing is -’ The words drift across his head and he swallows a bit. Ah, perhaps he made the wrong move. But he so much hates seeing Pirriks like this. This wasn’t the mate he fell for. This wasn’t the mate he - He grunts once he’s pulled into the embrace and he sighs out a breath. Was he wrong thinking this? Absolutely. 

He wonders if thats what makes his mental thoughts different from his mate. That not being able to help his mate out of a funk, that not being able to make him happy is eating away at him. He shuts his eyes. “...Its alright.” He mutters after a long moment, allowing himself to listen to the noises in the woods. “I - I just wanted to get you outside, away from the House. Away from the source of your, discomfort.” 

“I geuss, I’m going about it the wrong way.” He mutters.

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The SIVA strands still move under the skin and the pattern of pulses follows Palkix’s hand wherever it cleans the blood. At least, it decided to not try and hurt the other for which Silver is extremely thankful. 99% of the time he is in control but there is always this slight chance of him losing it.

Silver nods, smiling faintly. ‘I know we are but I’m not used to actually trusting the other guy in such arrangements. Letting people see me like this is rare.’

Was Palkix concerned about the SIVA? A distant part of him was but he didn’t let it bother him much. He leans backwards to glance over his partner seeming to look him over and smiles a little. “Well, now you don’t have to hide it. Hell, I’m a mess compared to you.” he makes a slow gesture with his numbs. “We match. We both have our issues - and now we can help eachother through it. have to be strong. Your my partner in this.” He pauses. “You think people will start to call you Lieutenant since theyre calling me boss?” He looks amused by that. 

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Pirriks grumbles at the mention of dressing up warmly and he gives his mate a not so serious glare. He unwraps himself from the blankets and sluggishly moves to even find his gear - since he stopped leaving their room he had no need for anything else than comfy understuits.

When he’s finally ready, bundled up in a coat, scarf and a warm cloak with fur, he doesn’t look very happy. But hey, he’s up at least, so that’s a step.

“Let’s go before, I change my, mind.” He grumbles, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

He really needed to help his mate and he really hoped that this did work. He hated that his partner was like this - that he was in this state. It was a bitter feeling. Shifting his hand, he grabs onto his mate’s spare one and tugs him out of the ketch toward the grounds. It was chilly, somewhat bitter cold but it was beautiful area. Jorvek had explored the entire area after the incidents thats been happening and he’s found some nice areas. He tugs his mate further into the ruins and tilts his head. “Its nice, here. Not many venture this, far. I hope it helps for you.”

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Jorvek was thankful his mate agreed to that. Getting Pirriks out and away from the House a bit will hopefully clear his head. His hands shift to turn Pirriks face forward and nuzzles it gently. "Dress warm. " he whispers, nuzzling their noses again before he stands straighter. He takes a step back to give his mate space to move and starts to pull on his warmer light gear. Jorvek is hoping he can get his mate out if this funk.

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Jorvek felt the dull ache sit in his chest. His hand continues to play with his mates locks looking down at him in cocern and he thinks about it. Staying in the House wasn’t helping his mate at all. His hands shift and he grips a little to his partner before he speaks. “You do, everything. Your my support. My perfect, amazing, mate.” He mutters shifting to rest his face into his mates hair. “Please. Come outside at least? Wander with me?” He mutters wanting to get his mate outside for a little while. 

“Love…” He’s ready to protest again but then words get stuck in his throat and the only thing that comes out is a heavy, tired sigh. He would very much prefer to stay where he is, staring out the window, but he knows he’s hurting his mate by being like this - not much of the perfect, amazing mate now.

Maybe, just maybe, a little walk is a good idea…If only to make Jorvek happy.

Pirriks rubs his face, nodding slowly. “Fine. Just… Not, too long.”

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Pirriks doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, doesn’t acknowledge his mate at all. The only difference is that he closes his eyes, a slightly more relaxed expression reflecting in the window. It’s a long while before he even lets out a louder breath, then slowly raises one hand to touch Jorvek’s arm.

“What is, the point?” He rasps quietly, grimacing at the still lingering pain. “Did do much good out there…”

Jorvek felt the dull ache sit in his chest. His hand continues to play with his mates locks looking down at him in cocern and he thinks about it. Staying in the House wasn’t helping his mate at all. His hands shift and he grips a little to his partner before he speaks. “You do, everything. Your my support. My perfect, amazing, mate.” He mutters shifting to rest his face into his mates hair. “Please. Come outside at least? Wander with me?” He mutters wanting to get his mate outside for a little while. 

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Ephrik listens, then starts to chatter away again. She’s comfortable with Myriks and when she’s tired of drawing, she cuddles up to him - he’s going to have a hard time getting rid of her in the future.

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Almost two weeks passed since Pirriks was let to stay in their private quarters. He didn’t really get much better when it comes to his self-esteem but at least he got more responsive, and even ventured outside of the bedroom a couple times. Only to the desk, really, but it was something. Travek kept coming over regularly to check up on him and his injuries, only in the last two days allowing the Kell to try and speak instead of writing on the board constantly.

It didn’t make Pirriks interested in the matters of the House though - he didn’t want to face them and he didn’t think he has anything to offer them anyway. Jorvek was doing just fine with his team and Destrix, and the Kell kept spending a lot of time simply staring out the window.

Just like now - sitting in a pile of blankets, one wrapped around him, he watches the space outside.

The days passed and Jorvek knows that his partner is struggling. When he’s not outside leading the teams, checking the House and having the ttwo Seconds take over when they could so he could focus on his mate. And now, he wonders if he should intervene. The longer that Pirriks stays like this, the worse it gets. 

He sighs deeply for a few moments before he walks into the their shared quarters now. Jorvek looks over his mate where he was sitting and he slowly moves toward him. His arms shift around his mates shoulders and he tugs him against his side. “You can’t, stay here forever.” He rasps to his mate, touching his mates hair with his claws. 

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Silver gladly sits down and let’s his head fall back against the wall. There were a couple people who took to caring for him in this state over the years for one reason or another. Being a ‘partner’ was never one of them though. It was always either a fellow slave or someone who decided they owned him. It’s a good change.

When Palkix returns close to him, Silver cracks his eyes open to look up at him. One of his hands rests on the other’s leg loosely to at least have this little touch. In all honesty, something warm swells in his chest, making him want to kiss Palkix instead but it feels beyond his strength at the moment.

’Thank you. It means a lot.’

Palkix hums as he listens to Silver, just listening to his breathing a moment. Crouching in front of him, Palkix raises the wash cloth to his partners neck and begins to clean off the crusty dried blood not fazed by SIVA at all. perhaps it showed how much older Houses, and older issues doesn’t bother him that much anymore. “Silver, we’re together in this. And I have no reason to let you suffer for this.” He smiles a little at his partner, his secondary shifting to rest on the others own squeezing it. “Rest yeah? I’ll get you cleaned up then we’ll get you something to drink to ease your throat” He reassures focusing on the cleaning. 

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The ghost and risen exchange glances a moment before Jorvek merely grunts in answer. { He is. Centuries now it's been. It's hard to figure out the right time but it was around the Dark Ages if I'm right on the math. Jorveks quite old. } the ghost admits making a pleased noise. He transmits the canister into their proper storage for dry food and ingredients.

He stays near Rahn though, watching his risen with his single optic. Most have asked Patchwork what it's like to have an eliksni guardian and if it changed anything. And Patch could admit that it changed some small details here and there. { I'm Patchwork. You can just call me Patch though. }

Jorvek didn't much pay attention to the other eliksni, his focus staring at the building that they would take shelter in until they begin moving. The 4th knew he had to talk to his House members who actually made the trip and stuck around instead of drifting to their own outposts here and there. Rahns words eventually pull him out of his thoughts and he tilts his head as he listens. He blinks once, then twice before he shifts only secondary to grip the hand. He grunts something, then mutters something in the old dilaect to Patch before he walks off heading to find his team and stragglers.

{ Sorry about him. He's looking forward to seeing what you can handle/do. He's just, struggling. His instincts have been primed for fight for days now and he hasn't rested much. I'll help you through the week with him and most of his close teammates will too. } The ghost comments shifting to rest on Rahns shoulder. { You should talk to Myriks to get advice though. }

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Both captains glance at Kailha and they exchange a quick glance over. Myriks looks at Zievorks next to him who drops his head in a polite nod. Myriks hums a moment as he thinks over this House band and he nods in understanding. "This is Zievorks, he's Jorveks main advisor when it comes to mapping out routes and plans. He be your best bet to talk to about that. " The captain in question tilts his head in greeting, keeping it low. A habit that been drilled into him over the long centuries as a slave.

Myriks pauses shifting his head to look at their small team and the scattered House members that were with them.

"Sovek is his other Captain. He prefers a quiet spot he can read when he's not out hunting or scouting. If you have a hunting party who wants some help, he'll be a good fit to talk to. He is mute though so you would need someone who either knows abbreviated ESL or standard battle signs to understand him. He's not deaf though. " He points to the lone Captain who is leaning against a wall reading an worn book in his claws. Then he gestures to two vandals in the corner who were making gestures over some equipment they were cleaning. "That's our main mechanics. Tell any of the House here that if they need something repaired and looked at to talk to them. "

Until Jorvek returned from his wandering, Myriks was the go to in charge for their stealth band. He's one of the few who knew Jorvek the longest and despite being younger then Zievorks, he was a great stand in leader.

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“Most of the individuals here do their own thing, a lot of them are tired of fighting and find comfort in other things. Hati taught them how to sew, weave fabric, some tend to food crops and livestock, she taught some of them how to tend the forest. Some build machines, weapons, armour, it’s a varied House, you’ll see when we get there….”

Rahn grew quiet, listening to the world around them. For a Devil, he was calm on the surface. Most of his old House were savage, brutish, chaotic - they didn’t ba an eye at violence whether against each other, other races or their own kind.

The Devil was like that once, but that was a long, long time ago and his life with Dread was new and now with the prospect of Myriks being a permanent fixture it could be complete…

Rounding a corner in the trail the building came in view, the sun setting over the mountains in the distance casting the landscape in a soft orange glow.

The breeze brought the smell of food and Rahn glanced back to Jorvek, “Not sure if your into it but Hati makes a great tea with these mushrooms,” he held the cluster up so the other could see them, “She mixes it with other herbs, helps her and some of the rest of us sleep.”

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“I trust Rahn’s abilities and his knack for survival,” Hati murmured, finishing up Myriks bandages. The whole time, she hadn’t removed her helm.

Others around them from her group have already peeled off some armour and taken to setting around to talk, eat or investigate the new faces.

But not her. The mangled Ghost cores set into the sockets of her Ram helm seemed to shift every so often when she moved her head or spoke, it was hard to say if they were still alive or just wired to the thing.

“Get some rest, eat some food, it’s a week’s walk to the Winter Hold.”, the tilt of her head offered a ‘smile’ as she herself got up, wandering amongst those present to check on them before slipping back out to decking to watch the sun set.

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That does explain a few things he noticed. Jorvek wonders if that lifestyle would be noticed in his own group when they are able to settle down and start making a name for themselves. He wonders about that on ocassion given how old some of the eliksni he found were. Though there were only a rare few who were close to his own age given he was born before the whirlwind.

His head tilts upwards as he looks at the leaves in the trees as the smells of food and more kin fill his nose. He hasn’t smelled something that good in a very long while. Being on the run for years did a number to many of them. His eyes shift to look at the mushrooms in Rahn’s hands and he blinks slowly at that. He makes an inquire noise at Patch who grunts.

[ I’ll store some. It be a good alternative to some of the other things we have.] The ghost comments wiggling free of his risens collar in order to hover over the mushrooms. He scans them to take into account their properties before he drops an air tight container. [ Mind putting them in here? They say fresher in these for us most of the time. At least until we dry them out]

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If she had trust in her second, his mate, to survive, then Myriks had it to. He was concerned though - he couldn’t not be given Jorvek’s issues. The last few weeks, months really, have been rough for the whirlwind born. He hums in understanding shifting to get comfortable in the spot he was in deciding he didn’t feel like standing.

Eventually, he hears the tale sign of Jorvek’s ghost in the wind and his eyes shift to look at Zievorks who approaches to sit next to him. “You alright?” He mutters, knowing the former wolf slave was probably struggling.

“’ll manage. Here.”

Grunting in thanks, Myriks takes the offered warm food and starts to eat his share leaning a shoulder into his fellow Captain. He keeps an eye though on Ezra deciding that if they were switching, he might as well get used to tracking her.

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“Most of the individuals here do their own thing, a lot of them are tired of fighting and find comfort in other things. Hati taught them how to sew, weave fabric, some tend to food crops and livestock, she taught some of them how to tend the forest. Some build machines, weapons, armour, it’s a varied House, you’ll see when we get there….”

Rahn grew quiet, listening to the world around them. For a Devil, he was calm on the surface. Most of his old House were savage, brutish, chaotic - they didn’t ba an eye at violence whether against each other, other races or their own kind.

The Devil was like that once, but that was a long, long time ago and his life with Dread was new and now with the prospect of Myriks being a permanent fixture it could be complete…

Rounding a corner in the trail the building came in view, the sun setting over the mountains in the distance casting the landscape in a soft orange glow.

The breeze brought the smell of food and Rahn glanced back to Jorvek, “Not sure if your into it but Hati makes a great tea with these mushrooms,” he held the cluster up so the other could see them, “She mixes it with other herbs, helps her and some of the rest of us sleep.”

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“I trust Rahn’s abilities and his knack for survival,” Hati murmured, finishing up Myriks bandages. The whole time, she hadn’t removed her helm.

Others around them from her group have already peeled off some armour and taken to setting around to talk, eat or investigate the new faces.

But not her. The mangled Ghost cores set into the sockets of her Ram helm seemed to shift every so often when she moved her head or spoke, it was hard to say if they were still alive or just wired to the thing.

“Get some rest, eat some food, it’s a week’s walk to the Winter Hold.”, the tilt of her head offered a ‘smile’ as she herself got up, wandering amongst those present to check on them before slipping back out to decking to watch the sun set.

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That does explain a few things he noticed. Jorvek wonders if that lifestyle would be noticed in his own group when they are able to settle down and start making a name for themselves. He wonders about that on ocassion given how old some of the eliksni he found were. Though there were only a rare few who were close to his own age given he was born before the whirlwind.

His head tilts upwards as he looks at the leaves in the trees as the smells of food and more kin fill his nose. He hasn't smelled something that good in a very long while. Being on the run for years did a number to many of them. His eyes shift to look at the mushrooms in Rahn's hands and he blinks slowly at that. He makes an inquire noise at Patch who grunts.

[ I'll store some. It be a good alternative to some of the other things we have.] The ghost comments wiggling free of his risens collar in order to hover over the mushrooms. He scans them to take into account their properties before he drops an air tight container. [ Mind putting them in here? They say fresher in these for us most of the time. At least until we dry them out]

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If she had trust in her second, his mate, to survive, then Myriks had it to. He was concerned though - he couldn't not be given Jorvek's issues. The last few weeks, months really, have been rough for the whirlwind born. He hums in understanding shifting to get comfortable in the spot he was in deciding he didn't feel like standing.

Eventually, he hears the tale sign of Jorvek's ghost in the wind and his eyes shift to look at Zievorks who approaches to sit next to him. "You alright?" He mutters, knowing the former wolf slave was probably struggling.

"'ll manage. Here."

Grunting in thanks, Myriks takes the offered warm food and starts to eat his share leaning a shoulder into his fellow Captain. He keeps an eye though on Ezra deciding that if they were switching, he might as well get used to tracking her.

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Echo gave a soft sigh as she stepped into her "apartment". It wasn't really an apartment, more like a cache bunker she'd dug out and, maybe with a little help from a little stray wish dragon, made into a home. "I'm back," she called, lifting a hand as she always did when she inwardly called to her worm companion. "Xol, Firven, I'm home."

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It was a strange thing to live with an wish dragon. Even if that wish dragon was a weak old thing. Xol had hated Fyvern when they first crossed paths thinking the wish dragon would steal his priestess. But instead he doesn't. It confuses Xol but he willingly allowed the wish dragon to curl around Echo when he preferred company over the nest he had in old blankets.

Echo's voice travels in the bunker and the worm moves through the shadows that lingered in the bunker to wrap around her body. His head shifts to drop against her hand and he purrs in greeting. "My priestess welcome home. " The worm god purrs shifting to wrap gently around her gear even as Dream chrips in greeting to Whisper.

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Rahn, thankfully, kept his composure when Jorvek struck him. Drawing a resigned breath he kept Hati’s words in mind - Myriks will be safer if you trade places…

Jorvek knew he wasn't the best leader. He wasn't the best Kell either. And yet he still had some idiots who preferred his crazy ass over anyone else. And he's not entirely sure why they felt that way. But he wouldn't stop them deciding that his insane ass was better then anyone else out there. His head tilts as he listens to Rahn's words describing the area as he exchanges glances with his ghost.

[ That explains the odd feeling we got when we entered. ] The ghost muses shifting his shell closer to his risens collarbone. If Rahn was going to be in charge of watching his risens back, the ghost knew he would need to send details to the eliksni so he was aware of certain accepts of Jorveks sanity. Something to think about in the future.

'Outcasts, makes sense. Lots of Houses, have been falling. Centuries I've seen - so many fall and rise before collapsing to nothing' He pauses in his signing, a distant memory registering his brain before he shakes it off.

'My house, is not like that. They are - loners. Quiet souls. Prefer working in smaller teams or none teams but, still wish a House structure.'

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Herbal tea for pain was something he was used to using. Jorvek partially lived off tea as of late and he knew his own blends here and there. It wasn't as strong as he's used to but he wasn't against it. Myriks drinks the tea as he listens to her speak, allowing her to clean off the dried blood and bandaging them.

Her words register and he glances up at her frowning. Knowing Jorvek, he would need to be convinced unless otherwise. His hand shifts pausing a second and deciding to not call the Ghost's comms. Knowing Jorvek -- "If your sure Rahn can survive him. Jorvek is clinically mad - has moments of severe blackout rage episodes if hes highly aggravated." He clears his throat. "I aggravated him these last few days. It be safer if --" He looks uneasy.

Myriks doesn't know what he would do if Rahn is severely hurt or killed by his warrior-brother.

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I noticed, Rahn’s fingers moved as a slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the Devils words would likely get him into trouble sooner or later…

Better him than Myriks.

I know sign and have been teaching Hatiaskis, she’s, well…improving, Rahn watched Jorvek a short while before turning offering to lead the other back to the shelter, “This area used to be a combination of industrial, residential, recreational and what humans called National Park land…”

He spoke outloud when Jorvek wouldn’t be able to see his hands, “Forgive me, I don’t recall the exact dimensions of the region, you may need to ask Hati, suffice to say it’s typically a year long migration to get around it almost completely…”

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“No…,” her tone turned soft as she looked him over, “I’m, happy to finally meet you.”

Moving away from him she retreaved an old cracked mug of hot tea as well as one of the Wolves first aid kits, “Here, drink… Rahn went to find your Kell and bring him back. Most recovery teams won’t venture to far across the boarders so close to night fall, but I’m afraid there are things to be weary of in the darkness here…”

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Get in trouble was putting it lightly. If Jorvek was in a worse mood he would want to throw Rahn down to the ground and tear him a new one. But the devil was lucky that Jorvek’s temper had waned since Karliks spoke to him and when he felt his child starting to bury against his chest. So, instead of throwing Rahn to the ground, Jorvek approached the devil and whacks him across the back of the head. A warning look is the most he gives before he turns his attention to the woods. 

He walks next to Rahn as he listens and digests the area understanding how the place works. He stuck in comsodrone enough that the same concept was there too. Even if it was just a space-station. ‘you don’t have to sign. Only if your still around me when we’re in battle. I can hear fine. My throat is/.was, damaged severely.’ Jorvek signs back slowly even as his ghost shifts to get comfortable. 

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Blinking at that, Myriks is somewhat surprised he’s not being lashed out at. But perhaps it wasn’t the time for that. His uninjured hand raises to take the handle of the mug. He sniffs it a moment to catch any different flavors before sipping it. “Jorvek doesn’t really care about that. He’s, he’s been through a lot over the centuries. He’s become immune to trouble and darkness coming at him. Well, not immune.” Myriks makes a face. “He’s used to it, resigned.” That might not be the best way to describe his warrior brother but it would give the other Kell ideas of what Jorvek was like.

He leans forward to start to roll up his bodysuit sleeves and removing the arm bracers wincing as he does so. Deep gashes were across his arms and he winces as he peels the wraps and uniform off. Some were new, others were older. Myriks isn’t all surprised by the wounds he gained from his Kell. “I’m sorry for him. And I’m sorry this is how you meet me. Rahn and I been trying to find the right time but nothing been working out.