Delilah takes a slow breath. That was all? The Starsoaked? And enemy long-defeated and run-off? She smiles a small smile and lets some of the warmth return to her eyes. She then sits down and gestures to the plates on the other side of the triangle.
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Rian sits down next, waiting to break the tension more than anything. They look at their commander and the to the plate that has no patron and makes a face they hope reads correctly.
They don't necessarily like the way their host is being dodgy, but they also know that this moment is make or break for getting their answers.
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Metson looks at his comms officer, then at Filtrin, then at this plate of magic-tainted food. His stomach betrays him, growling loudly. He shouldn't have skipped meals today.
Begrudgingly he sits down and waits.
