Vagabonds

JP with Lucian and Omni

Tarmen winced at the touch, the voice behind him relaxing his knee-jerk reaction to swing.
Staving off another cough, he finally could speak.

“Fancy meetin’ you here…. Would ask what brought you, but… could probably guess.”

A strained chuckle came from his smirk, Tarmen’s eyes telling his relief at seeing her alive again.

“How have you kept…. Besides the obvious?”

Voah checked the bandages on her arms carefully

“Strange, I can’t hazard to guess what brought the two of you here…”

She paused for half a second before continuing somberly, “As for myself… I’m nothing but trouble it seems…”

His facade of cheer broke at her honesty, knowing they all most likely carried a similar thought.

Whether he regretted being around them or not, Tarmen couldn’t fight trying to help Voah. Their bond demanded it.

“Seems we all are. At least now… you fit in with us vagabonds.”

He offered a more serious humor this time, his injuries forcing him to sit as he continued to look around for a drink.

His remark was oddly comforting. Maybe because it was true. They had all been caught up in the thick of it since Sentinel and the creed in one way or another.