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They could trust her. Ard knew.
It was in the way that she stopped, in the way that she directed her ice-grey eyes upon him and held his stare like the commanding figure that she was. The Halcyon Commander, she had introduced herself as. A commander. The title was aptly given. It was in the sudden shift within her gaze, a particular warmth, a softness, a moment of understanding that seemed to alter her expression entirely. It was also in her answer, her words chosen carefully yet effortlessly, as though she had never been more certain of anything in her life. She knew, and she understood. That meant more than words could say.
Ard knew. He knew.
Unbidden, the tension dripped from his shoulders. His wings drooped, with either fatigue or relief, he wasn’t sure. Still holding Marisol’s icy gaze, Ard nodded his head, frowning thoughtfully, but his expression no longer carried that weight of distrust. She wouldn’t harm them. There was no longer a doubt in his mind that she would.
The younger warlock then tore his gaze away and let his eyes wander to his brother, taking in Erd’s stunned expression with a moment of brief satisfaction. He allowed a small grin to quirk his lips, a brief moment of reprieve and reassurance, before the frown was back and he nodded once more for Marisol to continue leading them onward.
“Okay.” Simple, precise. To the point. A single word, yet he hoped it conveyed everything that he was unable to say. Thank you.
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