Northstar Vale and the walls kept tumbling down

delight can't read alarian's mind, watching the flickers of emotion across his face with his own expression unchanging. despite what the governor thinks, trying to take advantage is far from the androgyne's mind. but maybe that doesn't matter -- what good are intentions against actions, what matters when delight doesn't care. 

relief flickers fleetingly across his face. he owes alarian -- an awful lot, he knows. an awkward, short laugh eases out of him as he dips his head, resisting the urge to step closer to his friend. if they're still friends? he hopes so, stupidly enough. at length he murmurs, "thanks," his voice soft, "i, uh. we appreciate it. whatever i can do to.. help you out, just. let me know." it's better than nothing (he hopes).