the voyage home

this isn't your gift but by god i will get you one

"Your associates are people of good character."

Minoth couldn't always sense himself slouching, anymore; especially since he'd left the Praetorium, sometimes he just...forgot. He sensed that it'd do him some good to straighten up now, though.

"They are my friends," he replied, steady as could be, which wasn't very, but which also wasn't too shabby, for what it needed to be.

Amalthus's response was equally slow, but by a different token.

"Yes, of course," he said, visibly looking down his nose.

Of course what? Of course I disagree? Of course I have friends?

Of course my friends are this sloppy, disorganized, ramshackle band of humans that everyone loves, and well they should, because you'd have to be inhuman not to, or at least trying to go somewhere in that pseudo-elevated direction?

"Glad you approve," Minoth said at last, and didn't have to try to mean it.

Eh. Not terrible.