Last spark from the ashes

"Will do," come Jie's parting words as he leaves. Wood is one thing they have in steady supply, between the mountain forests around the City and their constant need for fuel.

Thor's joke, small as it is, brings a brighter spark to the Exo's eyes, a flash of her mouth as she laughs softly. "Lucky for you he's not that patient. Always wants- hnh. Wanted to jump right into the fray."

Blaze can't imagine that would change. Can't imagine he'd be that different. But that's the kicker, isn't it? It doesn't make a shard of difference what she can imagine. She shifts her weight back, reaches up to rub uneasily at an antenna.

"There's something we've got to talk about, though. This isn't the way we normally do things, like Jie said. Guardians don't know where they come from. You can guess why that is- anyone who knew us is usually long dead by the time we're raised. Thing is, we're not supposed to go looking, either. No regulation against it, it's just... frowned on. This- your being here still - is probably going to bother some people. You should have fair warning."