The man's eyes embraced the frigidness of her own icy blue eyes. She was a young leader, and though there was no guarantee she wouldn't ever make a mistake again, the expirience would at least (hopefully) teach her not to do the same ones.
Galileo was not asking for her to be perfect -- no one in the Creek was. (If that was what Shadow had expected from her then he was better off out in the curb; as if he were a saint!) The peppered elder wasn't one either, nor he aspired to be one. He knew that it were his flaws what had made him what he was.
He locked eyes with her as she declared she needed to visit the fireborn Sveijarn. A small smile crept upon his face as she did so -- that was what he wanted. That she stopped dwelling over her errors. Tears wouldn't help her redeem herself - but actions would.
"And I won't stop you, Bazi" he barked softly, "Just remember we need you to be here for us too", he added gently. Little did he know that she would follow her impulse sooner than expected, and that it would take even longer for her to return.
