Mikh'a frowned as the eye came out, hand coming out to close around it as it was passed to him. It was a heavy task, he knew the weight of what the artifact could do, moreso than others might have, and his ears pinned down against the sides of his head as he nodded. "I will." the boy promised, giving a glance over his shoulder toward Raimy as if half expecting something to come from him that wasn't necessary to the situation before he turned back again to their captain. "I'm sure you have a backup plan if something happens should you need it and we get separated so I won't press about it." Though it was obvious he wanted to.
He could be so like Siha it was hard to believe they weren't blood related.
Instead he started digging in to his belt pouch before pulling out small cloth he wrapped the fake eye in and continued talking instead. "You know pretty much everything so I'm sure you already know that I've got to keep my head lower than low while we're in Ishgard." Blowing an Inquisitor and his household to Kingdom Come was not exactly what one would call a friendly act. Mikh'a shifted his weight as he secured the eye and then looked over his shoulder again toward Raimy though it was to Erik he continued to speak. "What will they know, do you think, about who tried to frame us in Ul'dah? You said you had informants there." He knew very little for the time being about the political side of their job, still far too fresh a face in the Immortal Flames to be little more than a tiny nuisance of a stumbling private. He'd know in due time, just not yet. "Will you have us split up when we get there to cover more ground or..?"
He vaguely wondered if Raimy as an Elezen would have the most fruitful pull from their hunting.
He could be so like Siha it was hard to believe they weren't blood related.
Instead he started digging in to his belt pouch before pulling out small cloth he wrapped the fake eye in and continued talking instead. "You know pretty much everything so I'm sure you already know that I've got to keep my head lower than low while we're in Ishgard." Blowing an Inquisitor and his household to Kingdom Come was not exactly what one would call a friendly act. Mikh'a shifted his weight as he secured the eye and then looked over his shoulder again toward Raimy though it was to Erik he continued to speak. "What will they know, do you think, about who tried to frame us in Ul'dah? You said you had informants there." He knew very little for the time being about the political side of their job, still far too fresh a face in the Immortal Flames to be little more than a tiny nuisance of a stumbling private. He'd know in due time, just not yet. "Will you have us split up when we get there to cover more ground or..?"
He vaguely wondered if Raimy as an Elezen would have the most fruitful pull from their hunting.
