“Everything is okay,” Caedus reassured, but his brows had knitted tightly together. It took him a few seconds to process all that Oberon had shared, and he opened his mouth a few times to say something and then changed his mind.
He didn’t seem to know what to focus on, and in the end just gave Oberon a sort of helpless look.
“There have been people in the area. I have not seen them recently but I was being cautious. I have taken warnings very seriously. I have had plenty to keep me busy, though. I am with resources. I cannot go to the Moon,” he said apologetically. “I have not been welcome there in some time. I doubt that has changed.”
His hand rested over his chest contemplatively but he shook his head and shrugged. “I have things to do here first. I will think on it, if that is acceptable. Thank you for worrying about me.”
Caedus was a bit more on edge than usual; his voice was a bit softer, a bit more tired, but his eyes were alert and fast moving along the horizon.
“Is Lyndin well? I hope you will not think me audacious for asking. I often think of the Vanguard. Earth can be…challenging. I wonder if they miss home as much as I do. Oh. I am sorry, I do not mean to get sentimental. I know there are more important things at hand. I am glad you have secured some aid from the Moon?”
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