Trevadir
Late morning, Urimë 16 (3 days after the fire)
Cali and Iole's house - Third Circle
The suggestion that Rip would list his father as an emergency contact, was not one that Trevadir had ever thought about, nor was he really sure what would be the point of it. But he didn't comment. "Maybe?" He shrugged. "I mean, he was apparently a captain several years ago, so they surely have some information about him from then. There's probably even some guards around who remember him from before he retired." He added.
After a little silence, the lieutenant addressed him, and he thought she seemed a little hesitant. He waited to hear the whole inquiry, and considered with a thoughtful frown. How to reply to that? He gave a small nod when she added that he was a civilian; a nice thing to hear, after having feared for so long that he was a fugitive and criminal. A small smile followed, when she mentioned he had been an excellent informant, and he looked down at the table.
Before he could figure out how to reply, the door opened, but by the time Trev had looked up, Nal had already retreated. He looked at the door, a bit puzzled, and wondered whether Nal had expected them to have gone away, and when they hadn't, he'd changed his mind and backed out? He hid his amusement at that thought, and looked back toward the lieutenant when she went on to point out that he would not be allowed to participate in any action. He let out a little laugh at that. "Actually... I was a little nervous you might ask me to help..." He admitted, a little relieved that the opposite was the case. "I've had way more than enough 'action' to last me a lifetime, especially when it comes to these pirates." He assured her. "I have no interest in being involved in any fighting or anything of the sort. I mean.. I can fight, if I have to. But I don't really like to, you know? I really just want to write poems and songs, and play music." He smiled a little shyly.
He shifted slightly in his seat. "As for the other thing," He hesitated and watched as Nal finally emerged and passed through to the kitchen with an empty cup. If Trev didn't know that Cali had had a cup of tea when they left her in there, he would almost think Nal had brought her the one, and then stayed to wait while she drank it. He watched the cat run to catch up to Nal as he headed for the kitchen, meowing as she hastened along at his feet. Trev tried not to grin as it appeared like the cat was doing her absolute best to trip him.
While Nal and 'Nalcat' were in the kitchen, Trevadir turned his attention back to Arnyn, trying to venture a reply on the first part of her question. He took a deep breath. "As for strangers.." he hesitated, finding it difficult to speak openly about his thoughts on this. "Well, I hadn't really thought a whole lot about it before.." He frowned and focused on the table in front of him. "Abrazimir Dimaethor has persecuted Dev and his crew for a long time. But.. I knew him. I mean, I sorta knew him.. he lives across the water from my grandfather, so I always knew who he was. So, he wasn't a stranger." He slowly reached out and picked up one of the pastries, after seeing Arnyn do so had reminded him that they were there.
"I think..." He began quietly, unsure how much time they'd have while Nal was in the kitchen, "I think I'd actually prefer that it was strangers. People I don't know, because then.. I won't be worrying about Dev and the others hurting anyone that I care about..." After saying it, he wondered whether that sounded like he didn't care about strangers getting hurt.. which was not the case, but he didn't know how else to put it. He continued on, "But," he glanced toward the kitchen with a little sigh. "I'm guessing at least one person, whom I care a lot about, may want to be involved in going after them, because of caring about me.. if that makes sense." He shrugged and nibbled on the sweet in his hand while he tried to think of how else to explain his thoughts, and how to explain some of the reasons for his concern about Nal.
"Thing is," He added quietly, hoping Nal couldn't hear him from the kitchen, "Dev knows who he is, and I'm sure he'd recognize him if he saw him." He explained, nodding toward the kitchen to indicate what 'he' he was referring to. "And I don't doubt that he's an excellent fighter, but.. unexpected things can happen." He explained, a little uncomfortably. "Plus, I think he would know that Pharak would really like to get him back, too. I suspect he's considered the idea of trying to kidnap him before, actually." He frowned, recalling something Dev had said a few years ago... "But as worried as I am about that, I also figure he'd be offended if he was told to stay out of it, so I wouldn't dream of suggesting that. I just.. I can't help worrying." He shrugged slightly. He felt a little awkward speaking about his feelings about that, but she had asked.
@Ercassie
Cali
Late morning, Urimë 16 (3 days after the fire)
Cali and Iole's house - Third Circle
In the living room with Unalmis
Cali would indeed have been very grateful to know that Nal was not planning on tickling her. Since she didn't know he had even considered it, though, she had no reason to be worried. And, of course, if he had dared protest to her throwing a pillow at him, she would probably have told him it was to help him practice his reflexes. So, really, she was only helping him with his ranger skills. A bit of Nal's own way of thinking thrown back at him, as it were. In fact, she was almost regretful that he didn't protest, because now she had no reason to come back with that reply.
Instead, he tucked the pillow behind her head, as if.. was he being nice, or.. wait, he wouldn't dare tie knots in her hair, right? She tried to twist around and see what he was doing after he'd lingered for a bit longer than she thought he should. By then, his attention had been diverted back toward the door where Trev and Arnyn remained. Before she could ask, in some amazement, how it was taking so long, Nal had done it again. He distracted her with some silly question about sending the cat into the kitchen as a spy. "Ah, how did you know?" She teased back with a little grin. "I'll have to be more sneaky next time."
She was shaking her head slightly in amusement as he set off toward the next room. Only to return immediately. Cali gave him a slightly puzzled glance, but soon enough the reason for it became evident, yet difficult to believe. To her everlasting shock, Unalmis actually thought of picking up the dirty cup. Of his own accord. Without being asked. Cali stared after him in astonishment as he then left her to wonder if some other entity had taken control of her friend's body, and where the REAL Nal might be.