Rhy squeezes back, nodding. He finally lifts his head to really look at him, and though he's still feeling kind of ill, some of the capacity for the rest of all of the emotions vying for space inside his chest is also slowly returning. As is the anger.
"I know you'll do everything you can to keep us safe." And he appreciates it, truly. But--
"But Queen Ellya just set a whole city ablaze in a moment. Thousands of people are waking up right now to find they are at war, and those are the lucky ones. Not to mention the others, in Cadens--"
There is so much to process, from a personal standpoint -- he is worried for his friends, of course, and for Jaskier especially -- as well as from a sort of existential one, the slow dread dawning that this is real, innocent people are burning and dying in the streets somewhere in the desert and it's all so far away but also they'd just watched it happen. The malicious demonstration still sits all wrong in his stomach, but so does the murder, and the attack on the delegates in Nocwich. The fact that it had all happened so fast leaves him reeling.
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Rhy squeezes back, nodding. He finally lifts his head to really look at him, and though he's still feeling kind of ill, some of the capacity for the rest of all of the emotions vying for space inside his chest is also slowly returning. As is the anger.
"I know you'll do everything you can to keep us safe." And he appreciates it, truly. But--
"But Queen Ellya just set a whole city ablaze in a moment. Thousands of people are waking up right now to find they are at war, and those are the lucky ones. Not to mention the others, in Cadens--"
There is so much to process, from a personal standpoint -- he is worried for his friends, of course, and for Jaskier especially -- as well as from a sort of existential one, the slow dread dawning that this is real, innocent people are burning and dying in the streets somewhere in the desert and it's all so far away but also they'd just watched it happen. The malicious demonstration still sits all wrong in his stomach, but so does the murder, and the attack on the delegates in Nocwich. The fact that it had all happened so fast leaves him reeling.
"Saints, how can you be so calm right now?"