Raimy frowns slightly when Erik tells him to check his rivalries. He'd already let that go after they saved Doc and he decided to stay with this crew for good. He'd tried to make it up to the kid, but so far has been unsuccessful. He closes the distance to the other two when given his task and reaches out to accept the letter offers him. He commits the location and person to deliver to to memory, repeating it softly to himself and out of habit to show the customer he is indeed remembering the details. He looks down at Mikh'a when the kid tries to encourage him and just smiles softly and puts a hand on the kid's shoulder in response, not saying anything in return. He's a courier. He can deliver a message.
That confidence wavered a little bit standing on the ground in the snow when he bid the others farewell. He had left his Flame gear on the ship and picked something a little more courier looking out of the options of spare clothing in the hold. He reassured the others that he had this, though it's not the first time he's said that phrase and no one believed him. He's a courier though and this task is part of his daily life... or what was his daily life before he joined the Flames. It almost feels good to slip back into that roll even as a guise. Like the only care he has is delivering the package on time and in one piece. Or in this case, still sealed.
That confidence wavered a little bit standing on the ground in the snow when he bid the others farewell. He had left his Flame gear on the ship and picked something a little more courier looking out of the options of spare clothing in the hold. He reassured the others that he had this, though it's not the first time he's said that phrase and no one believed him. He's a courier though and this task is part of his daily life... or what was his daily life before he joined the Flames. It almost feels good to slip back into that roll even as a guise. Like the only care he has is delivering the package on time and in one piece. Or in this case, still sealed.
