[It’s almost jarring to see a familiar face against the alien, barren backdrop and were Zavala a lesser man perhaps he would be startled enough to drop his guard. Years of strict discipline drilled into him prevents that, thankfully, and instead his expression shifts from openly hostile to simply wary as his brows furrow and he grits his teeth.]
Cayde.
[It’s difficult to tell if his tone is annoyed or relieved, but either way the branch is lowered though he remains vigilant nonetheless. He hates himself for what he’s about to ask, what he’s about to invite if this is actually real and not some trick of the light.]
no subject
Cayde.
[It’s difficult to tell if his tone is annoyed or relieved, but either way the branch is lowered though he remains vigilant nonetheless. He hates himself for what he’s about to ask, what he’s about to invite if this is actually real and not some trick of the light.]
Is that really you?