[it would be a lie to say he hadn't spoken with Serval about the circumstance already. or perhaps it would be a lie to say they'd spoken, both hot-headed as any Landau, dedicated to their work and endlessly self-assured. by the time she'd left to deliver her resignation, the younger Landau had already returned to his work, shoving aside the sense that something was inherently wrong with this and his own irritation both. for their whole lives, it's always been this way; he knows he'll cool down and accept his sister's decisions, knows the reasons will surface eventually.
his own regimen, despite some fidgety shifting and unspoken worries (what if Gepard resigned too? their units needed good leadership, trustworthy leadership), was already getting back to its norm. there just isn't time for anything less, or so the captain tells himself. it doesn't alleviate the heavy feeling pressing down on his shoulders, doesn't stop him from glancing on occasion to the makeshift shield set aside for downtime. once the men have broken for training or rest, the blonde exhales a heavy sigh and brushes his hair back, glancing around the room. he'd noticed the uptick of chatter, but in his debriefing hadn't been able to pay it any mind.
... now that he looks over, catching sight of familiar red waves of hair, a wry smile draws across his face and he turns to approach. Dohalim hardly seems too overwhelmed, but the captains haven't even had a chance to debrief with him yet. asking all this already... are they really that worried?]
Come now, soldiers. I know you have plenty of things you're worrying about, but Serval only just tendered her resignation. [a hand comes to rest on a shoulder or two, and he shakes his head.] We're all in this together, so let's give it some time for duties to be divided up, shall we?
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his own regimen, despite some fidgety shifting and unspoken worries (what if Gepard resigned too? their units needed good leadership, trustworthy leadership), was already getting back to its norm. there just isn't time for anything less, or so the captain tells himself. it doesn't alleviate the heavy feeling pressing down on his shoulders, doesn't stop him from glancing on occasion to the makeshift shield set aside for downtime. once the men have broken for training or rest, the blonde exhales a heavy sigh and brushes his hair back, glancing around the room. he'd noticed the uptick of chatter, but in his debriefing hadn't been able to pay it any mind.
... now that he looks over, catching sight of familiar red waves of hair, a wry smile draws across his face and he turns to approach. Dohalim hardly seems too overwhelmed, but the captains haven't even had a chance to debrief with him yet. asking all this already... are they really that worried?]
Come now, soldiers. I know you have plenty of things you're worrying about, but Serval only just tendered her resignation. [a hand comes to rest on a shoulder or two, and he shakes his head.] We're all in this together, so let's give it some time for duties to be divided up, shall we?