Though there's no signs of reunion, of sarkaz mercs or dangerous seaborne around. Sometimes the danger posed to innocent people, comes in the forms of natural disasters or storms, and it's in those moments where a little help from Rhodes can go such a long way.

When a team of operators arrives at the small village to treat the sick and wounded, a girl dressed in red could be seen helping several of the elderly get comfortable before treatment could arrive.

But the moment she saw any sort of 'organization' the girl seemed eager to leave. Trying to brush past people, like she's trying to leave the scene of a crime.

She doesn't match the physique of everyone else in the town, the old and farm poor. Flavia's a little better dressed, though her clothes are dirty. She's helping infected, though without proper protection.

And she strikingly as the same features that Warfarin has, though without the same red eyes.

"Good boy. The heed you take at my word gladdens me deeply, but things of this nature are ultimately your decision. I will help you however you need." As if on cue, the primordial took it upon herself to hug Jordi close to herself, gently holding his cheek in admiration.

She was doing pretty dang good despite the aches in her bones due to her Oripathy.

Munday Questions

Indeed, I do!

At left we have Penny, a beagle who’s actually quarter Basset hound (hence the spots on her legs and tail). At right there’s Mozzy, a mini Schnauzer.

I really miss these guys when I’m out of the house most of the day, which is more frequent lately, so I savor all the time that I get to spend with them when I’m not so busy.

Acheron stood off to the side, her sword resting against her shoulder, eyes fixed on the road ahead. She didn’t speak right away, letting the silence hang as if testing whether you’d break it first. When she finally did, her words came measured, almost distant. “You walk without purpose. That gets people killed.” It wasn’t a threat, just an observation she couldn’t be bothered to dress up.

Nobunaga remembered - as many others in Chaldea had - how exhausting the Laḫmu had been to deal with. They shared a close resemblance to these 'Seaborn', in some ways. Granted, they'd been more like giant bugs than sea creatures.... but both species shared a pretty annoying habit of constantly evolving at neck-breaking speed. ( And by annoying, of course, she means terrifying! )

Granted, she's not sure what any of this has to do with Chaldea's mission to prevent world-ending disasters at the moment, but hey! Not her job to figure out! ...not yet, anyways.

For now, her attention was much more focused on the personnel that's been ( perhaps reluctantly) forced to accept the aid of a couple of Chaldea's spirits in defending the Iberian coastline.

"You know, I don't think there's a day that's gone by that I haven't seen you chained to that desk at one point or another. Do you take weekends to yourself sometimes? Breaks? Have hobbies or a life outside of here?"

She throws out the observation as if they already knew each other - quite shamelessly putting one of her elbows down on his working space.

The Lung had been lost in her thoughts as the wind gently blew across her face. Jordi hadn’t been anywhere she could find, was he even here? Did the Inquisition call him back? Too many questions but no answers. It made her heart ache, she wanted to show him how much progress she had made with her mother. The older Lung knew something was different about Yan Xue, even joked that next time she visits she should bring this person she was trying to be better for.

‘Welcome back, Xue’

Yan Xue doesn't react all at once, thinking maybe it was just her brain playing tricks. But then she feels someone with her, a familiar, comforting feeling, a familiar scent…

She spins around so quickly the decorations on her horns jingle and glint in the sun, eyes wide in shock before gently softening. “Jordi…” Her smile widens as she put her hands behind her back, leaning forward just a bit.