Broken Boulder the curse of delight singing-sunlight

if delight knew what was frustrating alarian, he'd probably raise an eyebrow at the semantics -- of course they're friends, and of course it was an exchange. he holds these as two equal truths. but he's not about to argue with the governor about it, especially when he's trying to make things okay. so he nods, and accepts the kindness of the intent he offers, and even feels his expression brightening into something close to fond amusement when alarian starts to stumble over his words. 

he is cute, honestly. delight just doesn't have the space to reflect on it right now.

"okay," he says, both accepting alarian's condition and answering his question. "though i don't have much to talk abut right now," he adds, feeling his mouth curve into a half smile. mostly he's got: the babies, which feels off limits, and his depression, which is difficult. so he puts the onus on alarian. "tell me about the sanctuary," he says, a spark of his old historian flair. it's a start, anyway.