#thangarian

A soft sigh escapes his lips as his gaze flickers from the Watchtower monitors to her face. He had snuck the snack in intent on eating it himself. Despite his skills, and despite the effort to go unnoticed, her eyes are as keen as ever. Using a knife to cut the mooncake in half, he plucks his half off the plate before pushing her half over toward her. "Best I can offer you is half." She's not the only one that enjoys mooncakes, after all.