Camilla isn’t very big on hugs as a general rule, but when Zeta pulls her close, she clings to her, her heart hammering hard in her chest. She’s doubly glad that the sunglasses hide her eyes, if only to stop the older woman from discovering that her eyes are wet.
“Archivist,” she says with careful formality that hides the swell of emotion in her chest. “It’s an honor to speak with you—“
“Oh, don’t ‘it’s an honor’ me. Tell me how you are, and tell me what’s happening. That ship out there, it’s a Cohort ship, but those aren’t Cohort soldiers. Who are they, and—“ her gaze settles on Natsuno with a searching intensity that he might recognize from Palamedes— “tell me who your friend is.”
Camilla starts with the last request. “This is Natsuno Yuuki,” she says, and when Zeta looks puzzled, she adds, “A representative of Blood of Eden.”
no subject
“Archivist,” she says with careful formality that hides the swell of emotion in her chest. “It’s an honor to speak with you—“
“Oh, don’t ‘it’s an honor’ me. Tell me how you are, and tell me what’s happening. That ship out there, it’s a Cohort ship, but those aren’t Cohort soldiers. Who are they, and—“ her gaze settles on Natsuno with a searching intensity that he might recognize from Palamedes— “tell me who your friend is.”
Camilla starts with the last request. “This is Natsuno Yuuki,” she says, and when Zeta looks puzzled, she adds, “A representative of Blood of Eden.”
“Blood of Eden? My girl—“
“He knew the Master Warden.”
Zeta’s eyes go wide.