Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160830004909

There is a growing silence between them. Ibrahim looks down slightly. Then off to the side. He then looks back to Armata. He doesn't look angry, or even upset. If anything, he looks exhausted. He stares at the floor for a long time.

He runs his hands through his hair, the soot on his face smearing slightly.

 "...Come on, sweetheart.  Let's get some rest.  I have to check on the others."

Silently he takes Lucida by the hand and goes to the back room.

Asja watches him go. For once, she looks to be at a loss. Finally, she speaks, looking to Los, who is closest.

"I...Perhaps...now would be a good time to pause and consider what you are going to do next.  You should know that...the Regent is not as she used to be."