A kiss pressed to her brow, a light smile on her face. The Warlord had taken her up, he'd trained her, he'd done a lot of the hard work. The fondness is something she won't pass up, she won't rebuke. A lot had come from Halo, but he'd mentored her.
It was a conversation she'd anticipated. Hazel's expression is drawn-- a little wistful, a little grim. It's hard for her to feel things, especially like this. It's hard for her to process feelings. It leads to a simple, rough nod, and the girl trying to conceal the cracking of her voice. She feels... small, again. When Bas had brought up Sirius retiring, Hazel had other concerns on her mind. To hear the old man say it himself? Now it feels real. It feels real, and Hazel's head spins.
She's the same little girl that looked up at him, hiding behind Bas. Sneaking into their cupboards. "He mentioned it," the words are soft, a murmur. Hazel could fight to conceal the emotion, for now. There was work to do. "What do you need from me?" In earnest, she asks.
