[ target cannot be resurrected. ]

[arcanepower]

Who: Belthazar and whoever
Broadcast: Yes, the first part.
Action: The bug ship, and the Bishop when he returns.
When: RIGHT NOW.

[video;]

[Technically he shouldn't be on the ship, but he isn't going too far. By the door he's set up a little shrine of white candles. He kneels down and lights them with a simple gesture. Belthazar's sleeves still have some rips and tears in them from fighting the bugs, but at least they're clean.

A moment of rustling, and he leaves a small offering of white flowers symbolizing sympathy and grief. Thanks, Ino.]

Elor bindel felallan morin'aminor.

[He isn't sure what else to say.]

I am... sorry.

[SS Bishop;]

[Anyone seeking out the tiny elfling later will find him freshly-showered and seated in the kitchen. He's made something a little more traditional this time-- breaded chicken, dairy-free gravy, and mashed potatoes. There's plenty for the crew. In the meantime, he's eating and reading at the same time.

Looks to be some kind of trashy fantasy novel. A Melody of Frost and Flame? Belthazar, you can do better.]

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[hymnals]

[Adra's not eating--does he ever eat? It is a mystery--but he takes a seat in the kitchen all the same.]

Hey, Bel.

[arcanepower]

[Belth perks up immediately, ears and all. He's always happy to see Adra-- that is, unless he's done something wrong.]

Good evening.

[He's smiling, but it's a small thing.]

[hymnals]

[Adra sets a gentle, warm hand on Bel's back.]

I saw what you did. Your prayer. That was a good thing.

[arcanepower]

[Oh. He lowers his eyes.]

I... didn't know what else to do.

[His voice becomes very quiet.] They died like those who died of the plague. There is no cure, only cremation.

[hymnals]

I know. It was kind of you to offer them remembrance.

[To Adra, Bel's actions suggest an ability to look beyond himself--and his own race. SUCCESS.]

[arcanepower]

[SUCCESS INDEED. He's trying so hard. He leans toward Adra a bit, rests his face against... whatever gently clothed priesty surface is available.]

It would have been kinder not to have slaughtered them wholesale like pests in the garden.

[hymnals]

[Adra adjusts the angle of his body so that he can full-on hug Bel, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.]

Everyone reacted in the only way they knew how. It wasn't necessarily the right way, but ... it's hard to take a nuanced view when you feel you're under attack.

[arcanepower]

[He's always surprised by hugs, but he doesn't even stiffen this time. He's more than willing to lose himself against Adra's chest, cherishing the feeling of soft fabric against his cheek. As usual, his fingers wind their way into his robes so he can cling like a scared kitten.]

I... suppose you're right.

[He rests his forehead against Adra's shoulder.]

I hate this. I hate how it is supposed to be entertainment for someone. [Still got that cynical streak.] When we cease to be entertaining, will we be forced to lose our minds, too?