[ One hand slips to his back and begins to rub it as he relaxes. He has never relaxed much in the time she has known him. Either they are swept up in emotions of what he has been turned into, or their past lives, or passions brought on by all those feelings. They've done little to properly rest, even if apart of her insists rest can come after they have caught up on their missing time. ]

I'll see to it that letters are sent. Perhaps Meteion would agree only of there is a dire need, as, I think she is rather distraught you are leaving. [ Lantaa gently nudges the crown of his head again. ] Any misfortune is uncomfortable for her, but, war seems to be a greater agitator.

She was not made for battle but... in her own words, for communication and learning.