King Elk Forest can you call me when we're almost halfway

he relaxes as she greets him, feeling more able to compartmentalize again. delight's never been good at putting on a show, or hiding how he feels - he's never had to. maybe he doesn't need to now, either, but surely leaders are supposed to put on a brave face and all of that. probably -- he wants to, anyway. 

of course, jomyo turns the question back to him and he shifts a little, feeling awkward. what's the correct protocol here? friend or morwinyon? the androgyne snorts, shakes his head. it's jomyo, so he opts for honesty. "it's a lot," he admits, a wry smile straining his mouth. "i mean, i got it, but still. at least things are pretty quiet around here." if tindómë weren't in such a time of quiet peace delight doesn't know what he'd be up to. oh, but actually, that does remind him. "hey jomyo, when it warms up a little, i have a job for you, if you want."