Shared Misery

The Warlord snorted softly, also having noticed how much time he spent in his Reapers company. “True enough, so long as they don’t distract each other from their duties, I see no harm in their friendship” he said, telling Io with his words that he had seen what she had. Luckily, Mortis was still too young for a relationship, so that wasn’t a can of worms he had to open any time soon.

He yawned, resting his head back down on Io’s neck ruff. The improtue expansion of her hideout made the whole thing much less subtle. But he had a feeling if Mortis really wanted to find her, he would have by now. “Mmmm, maybe something for the nausea” he agreed. He didn’t like to be anything less than his best.