Relief floods the shared connection like a tidal wave, with a delighted laugh that's almost felt more than heard, a warmth that swells up from somewhere close to the heart. He knew – of course he knew, how could he survive and she be dead? - but the Kenoma sickness had fed those darker, less hopeful thoughts, and it is good to have confirmation (both that she lives, and that this works, and thirdly that she answered) none the less.
And just as quick it recedes (though it continues to lap at the very edges of the metaphorical shoreline) as he tries to focus on what she's broadcasting back. "No doubt your allies rejoice that their Champion returned safe home?”
Yes, he's absolutely fishing; he's had a chance – albeit a brief one as of yet – to take the Kenoma's measure, but the Pleroma remain a mostly unknown quantity
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And just as quick it recedes (though it continues to lap at the very edges of the metaphorical shoreline) as he tries to focus on what she's broadcasting back. "No doubt your allies rejoice that their Champion returned safe home?”
Yes, he's absolutely fishing; he's had a chance – albeit a brief one as of yet – to take the Kenoma's measure, but the Pleroma remain a mostly unknown quantity