And suddenly, the question Palamedes is dying to ask is on the tip of his tongue.
How is she?
He's worried about all of them, of course. Jade, and Rita, and Ari, and Security, and Valdis, and Wayne. Even people like Skulduggery and Ava, who probably wouldn't want to be worried over by the likes of him. But first and foremost, he worries for Clarke Griffin--and he misses her, desperately.
But he can't ask now. He's afraid of the answer. More than that, he's afraid that once he starts asking after her, he won't be able to stop, and Camilla's soul will get eaten away while he forces Natsuno to answer inane questions like Did Clarke have mashed potatoes for breakfast again? or Which of you won your last arcade tournament?
He can't do this now, no matter how much longing claws at his throat. So he just offers Natsuno his hand to shake.
“Thanks, friend. I can’t stay much longer, but,” a tiny quirk of a smile, “I promise Cam won’t try to kill you again. Try to get some sleep?”
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How is she?
He's worried about all of them, of course. Jade, and Rita, and Ari, and Security, and Valdis, and Wayne. Even people like Skulduggery and Ava, who probably wouldn't want to be worried over by the likes of him. But first and foremost, he worries for Clarke Griffin--and he misses her, desperately.
But he can't ask now. He's afraid of the answer. More than that, he's afraid that once he starts asking after her, he won't be able to stop, and Camilla's soul will get eaten away while he forces Natsuno to answer inane questions like Did Clarke have mashed potatoes for breakfast again? or Which of you won your last arcade tournament?
He can't do this now, no matter how much longing claws at his throat. So he just offers Natsuno his hand to shake.
“Thanks, friend. I can’t stay much longer, but,” a tiny quirk of a smile, “I promise Cam won’t try to kill you again. Try to get some sleep?”