[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo pulled his cloak close around him, an action that almost seems instinctual at this point.  Truthfully, it almost is.  It felt like the only thing that disguised who he had been.  Captain Brenden didn't trust him regardless, and he was probably right to.

Just as instinctually, he almost steps forward to join Sunny in prayer, before catching himself and stepping back.  Those days of doctrine and zealotry, as comforting and simple as they had been in the past, were behind him and he was long past considering going back.

He turns back, instead, to Mazelina.


"I'm fine, thanks.  Hope you're, um, doing alright too."  The small amount of recognition, of care - regardless of how general it is - almost makes him appreciate the long journey.

Milo sets his pack down, making sure it's what he assumes will be a fair distance from where the center of the camp will be.  He then reslings his lance over his shoulder.

"Assuming it's fine with the rest of you, I can take first watch."