[There are times and places for proper Aeon discourse, probably...and now is not one of them, not really. In this, at least, they both seem to come to a mutual and unspoken understanding; Caelus pursues the topic no further, and Luocha doesn't either. Not when favors are rules of magnitude easier to navigate. Yes, sidequests, those busy things that make the world go round...
And oh, how promptly the young man perks up, at the mere hint of the prospect. Quite easy to see how the Nameless have developed such a favored reputation aboard the Luofu already, Luocha thinks, when they have someone among their number who draws such evident happiness at the simple idea of doing something for someone. No doubt this one's been running errands for all sorts of people here ever since they arrived, hm? ...This, too, is oddly endearing to learn. Maybe a little too much. --Surely he wouldn't agree to just about anything? One hopes he's at least a little discerning, about the favors he takes up? This sort of thing...really could be a little too easy to get taken advantage of...
Not that Luocha would try, of course. Not...at the moment, anyhow, so early on as things are, so briefly as they've known each other. No, to call it a 'temptation' is too strong a word, but there is an ever so quiet thing shaped somewhat like an intrusive thought, in the back of his head, that observes Caelus's eager anticipation and wants to test just how pliant it might be. How about this, for a favor: would you let me open you up, reach in you, and touch that reticent flame in your core? Just a moment, just for a look. Just to see what work has been done. Just to see what the Preservation saw. It's curious, it's just so very curious. The longer this interaction goes on, the more intriguing Caelus becomes, little hints of such remarkable aspects tucked close underneath such an unassuming and irreverent surface. ...But Luocha has not come this far in his life by being an impatient person. To try prizing apart that surface so bluntly now would be crass, besides. Unbecoming.
And in being close enough to administer healing, he'll have a chance for a fairly close look anyhow...]
It would be nothing much, of course, ideally something that won't be too inconvenient for you... [This is what comes out aloud, the pause before it near imperceptible, and the mild set of Luocha expression hinting nothing at the decidedly Less Mild internal demons currently being smoothed back down.] But it does occur to me that you'd be in an ideal position for this, as one of the ever-transient Nameless.
May I ask, what stop was next scheduled for the Astral Express, before you were all sidelined by the plight of the Luofu? If I recall, the nearest locale of prominent note in this corner of the galaxy would be Penacony...would I be correct, to assume you were heading there?
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And oh, how promptly the young man perks up, at the mere hint of the prospect. Quite easy to see how the Nameless have developed such a favored reputation aboard the Luofu already, Luocha thinks, when they have someone among their number who draws such evident happiness at the simple idea of doing something for someone. No doubt this one's been running errands for all sorts of people here ever since they arrived, hm? ...This, too, is oddly endearing to learn. Maybe a little too much. --Surely he wouldn't agree to just about anything? One hopes he's at least a little discerning, about the favors he takes up? This sort of thing...really could be a little too easy to get taken advantage of...
Not that Luocha would try, of course. Not...at the moment, anyhow, so early on as things are, so briefly as they've known each other. No, to call it a 'temptation' is too strong a word, but there is an ever so quiet thing shaped somewhat like an intrusive thought, in the back of his head, that observes Caelus's eager anticipation and wants to test just how pliant it might be. How about this, for a favor: would you let me open you up, reach in you, and touch that reticent flame in your core? Just a moment, just for a look. Just to see what work has been done. Just to see what the Preservation saw. It's curious, it's just so very curious. The longer this interaction goes on, the more intriguing Caelus becomes, little hints of such remarkable aspects tucked close underneath such an unassuming and irreverent surface. ...But Luocha has not come this far in his life by being an impatient person. To try prizing apart that surface so bluntly now would be crass, besides. Unbecoming.
And in being close enough to administer healing, he'll have a chance for a fairly close look anyhow...]
It would be nothing much, of course, ideally something that won't be too inconvenient for you... [This is what comes out aloud, the pause before it near imperceptible, and the mild set of Luocha expression hinting nothing at the decidedly Less Mild internal demons currently being smoothed back down.] But it does occur to me that you'd be in an ideal position for this, as one of the ever-transient Nameless.
May I ask, what stop was next scheduled for the Astral Express, before you were all sidelined by the plight of the Luofu? If I recall, the nearest locale of prominent note in this corner of the galaxy would be Penacony...would I be correct, to assume you were heading there?