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Her teammates, even those that had not been there for the battle with the wyrm, assured her that the choice they made was the correct one. It helped some to know there was faith in what they'd done. Killing the wyrm hardly seemed the correct route for a delegate of peace bringers but, as her teammates mentioned, it wasn't like the creature had given them much choice.
"Food help," the troll said, offering her a small, charred rat on a stick. It'd been roasting on the fire and, as Dodrelda lifted it to her lips, she watched Jojin distribute the rest of the cooked nest to their team. The kindness had surprised her - not because of the intent, but quite literally because she'd had her food shoved within centimeters of her face. As she chewed, she let the opinions of her teammates quell her worries. Nodding, she swallowed:
"Ye right, o' course," she agreed. "Ne'er been much good at makin' peace. T'is a bit worrisome, but-..." Dodrelda's brows lifted at the distance thrum of a tune. Curious, she looked to the newcomer. A... gnome?
Lusca wondered what luck had befallen them: Trade a goblin for a gnome, and keep the goblin notes. My, we are lucky, aren't we? Though, really, he should not think such thoughts. Rictus had, more or less, grown on him during their spat with the drake and it had been saddening to see him go. Part of Lusca felt guilty for welcoming the new party member with such vigor when they had come at the replacement of Rictus, yet the way he was raised would likely never truly leave him. While he knew now that goblins - or, at least, Rictus - were not so chaotic as their foul reputation implied, they were still awful to look at. Yes, he quite liked this change: One less eye sore. Now, if only the troll and orc would go.
No, he mentally berated himself, returning to the aimless twirl of a lock of his hair. We need them. The less delegates we have, the worse off we will be. Lusca, above all else, wanted to live through this journey. He still wasn't entirely sure he prioritized the Cloud Accord's success above his survival. That would... be something to address at a later, more pressing time. A time he hoped would never rise.
A kebab-ed and cooked rat was thrust into his face, forcing him to grimace. Tentatively, he took the meal and eyed Jojin - the troll who'd offered it - warily. He didn't much like surface food, save for those doused in tartness, but he was hungry. He glanced down at the rat, lips pursed, before taking a small bite. Brought his hand up to cover his mouth, forcing himself to chew.
Correction - he quite loathed surface food.
Swallowing with a poorly concealed gag, he blinked slowly and set the rat aside. Glanced at Malak curiously, catching the tail end of his last statement. "Well, that is disconcerting," Lusca said. Looked to Tyrian and Layana, then: "If he does not wish to be here, why not let him go? I am not interested in having a half-assed participant watch my back in battle and I doubt you do, either, especially considering he does not seem the most interested in your welfare, specifically." Yes, he'd seen the dangerous fire between Malak and the couple. Everyone, save for the newcomer, had.
That was when Dodrelda spoke up, lips pursed. "Half-assed? Try say'n tha' again after fightin' beside 'im. I'm more worried 'bout yer own cowardice."
"Touchy, touchy," Lusca raised both brows, before his lips settled into a faux-innocent smile. The dwarf rolled her eyes before taking another bite of her own dinner. "I assume you vouch for his freedom, then?"
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Dodrelda nodded, expression incredulous. "O'course. While his crime be bad, he's no' the only one wi' a checkered past." Eyeing the merman up and down, Dodrelda seemed to relax. Adopted a teasing air, appearing to almost enjoy the confrontation. "I doubt even ye own hist'ry so clean."
That Lusca could not argue with. In response, he simply hummed. Looked to Tyrian and Layana with a shrug. "I do not care what you decide, really."
He felt guilty and ashamed earlier, but it was time to sleep and Mother was always so warm. Without thinking much of it - though he knew he was still in somewhat of hot water - Hokum dragged himself halfway out of the water in order to lay closer to Jojin. Closed his eyes fully to the feel of her callused hand patting him to sleep.
Instead, she half-listened to her teammates talk. Glanced at the newcomer briefly, too tired to make much of him but figuring that, if he really was there to aid them, she would have more time to meet him tomorrow. She forced herself awake just long enough to spare Malak, the elven ice mage, a curious glance. Something about binding... were they trying to restrain him? She rubbed one of her eyes with the heel of her palm, trying to stay focused. He was a criminal - that much she got from their travel to Fenswich Marsh - and he did not seem to have the best attitude, from what she'd seen since arriving in Dragon Country that morning.
Yet, still... it did not seem the wisest to limit one of their teammates in such a way. Anything could happen at any time and for him to be bound would be a serious disadvantage not only to himself, but the group as a whole, should a dragonkin find them. With a grunt, Jojin made herself stand, Hokum huffing petulantly for being disturbed. Rubbed her eyes once more, this time more vigorously.
"No binds. Must trust allies," she said, considering him an ally even if he may not have returned the sentiment, just as she did with the merman who so obviously disliked her. "Trust make strong."
And with that, Jojin snapped her fingers before retiring for the night further from the fire, to a less warmer temperature. Hokum followed slowly before plopping down beside her.