( Deals were made and agreements fulfilled to allow her that freedom (and to hopefully make a safe space for some of those remaining, like Winston who couldn't so easily live a normal life), but it was also a matter of how visible she had already been as a humanitarian. Trying to keep someone like Angela Ziegler under house arrest would have sparked far too much suspicion and far too many questions.
They're as far from home and those restrictions as possible. But a small piece of it was still here with them, in themselves and in each other, and she's having a hard time letting go of him now that she has him beside her once more. His laugh only has her smile warming further, huffing an echo of it out through her nose and shaking her head.
Thankfully there's a formation of crystal that will give them some measure of privacy in the way it formed together, and they beeline for it without needing to say a word. They still work together well, even after all these years, hmm? He even listens to her directions to the letter when she walks him through where to squeeze and how hard to manually disengage the seal about the ball joint of each wing, ports closing right back over as soon as he gets one out, then the other, and she takes them in hand with care.
Angela slides down the wall of crystal with some measure left of grace and runs her hands down her legs, slipping off her boots and getting to the excess pieces of armor while he's off finding something to burn and help them dry out. It doesn't take him long, at least, before he's back and arranging his bits of tinder and smaller branches to begin with.
Perhaps what made him think about it was Angela's startled little oh! when he's going to reach for his pocket but his finger's on fire instead. Her brows furrow and she's holding a hand out, asking him for the offending digit. )
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They're as far from home and those restrictions as possible. But a small piece of it was still here with them, in themselves and in each other, and she's having a hard time letting go of him now that she has him beside her once more. His laugh only has her smile warming further, huffing an echo of it out through her nose and shaking her head.
Thankfully there's a formation of crystal that will give them some measure of privacy in the way it formed together, and they beeline for it without needing to say a word. They still work together well, even after all these years, hmm? He even listens to her directions to the letter when she walks him through where to squeeze and how hard to manually disengage the seal about the ball joint of each wing, ports closing right back over as soon as he gets one out, then the other, and she takes them in hand with care.
Angela slides down the wall of crystal with some measure left of grace and runs her hands down her legs, slipping off her boots and getting to the excess pieces of armor while he's off finding something to burn and help them dry out. It doesn't take him long, at least, before he's back and arranging his bits of tinder and smaller branches to begin with.
Perhaps what made him think about it was Angela's startled little oh! when he's going to reach for his pocket but his finger's on fire instead. Her brows furrow and she's holding a hand out, asking him for the offending digit. )
I did— are you all right? Let me see.