[by the time Dohalim makes his choice, Morax has turned to go and find him. it's fortunate that he has a relative memory of these halls, he thinks, but as to where the man actually is...
well, as it turns out, it doesn't matter where he was. as the elemental is peering down the hall in consideration of which way to go, he spots the familiar countenance and turns himself to approach. he seems fine, and Morax isn't... very interested in pressing the matter, so he offers a wan smile of his own.]
... It seems I was a little impatient. Things are... in order, then?
[it's such a subtle thing, the thread of guilt in his voice. after all, whatever happened is directly related to his words, his curiosities. he still doesn't know what to do about that fact, but it's fine. he'll figure it out.]
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well, as it turns out, it doesn't matter where he was. as the elemental is peering down the hall in consideration of which way to go, he spots the familiar countenance and turns himself to approach. he seems fine, and Morax isn't... very interested in pressing the matter, so he offers a wan smile of his own.]
... It seems I was a little impatient. Things are... in order, then?
[it's such a subtle thing, the thread of guilt in his voice. after all, whatever happened is directly related to his words, his curiosities. he still doesn't know what to do about that fact, but it's fine. he'll figure it out.]