[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo looked down, and for maybe the first time since any of his companions had met him a slight smile graced his face.  It had been a long time since he had ever felt like he's genuinely helped anyone in any way besides just being another body to throw at enemies.  Now between Mazelina's thanks and the old woman's tearful response he felt almost overwhelmed.


"Ah, not a problem, Mazelina.  If you ever need any help, let me know.  And ma'am?"

He places a hand on the old woman's shoulder, assuming she allows it.

"He was that and more.  Are you sure we can't do anything to help before we leave?"