Phobos
Hot Headed
"Right now though? Valery's probably off dancing with her husband in there. I'm sure you'll be able to find them easily enough, unless you want to wait for things to die down."
Phobos took the words of Reina and held them in high regard as exact instructions. She sat outside the place where the makeshift dance floor had been prepared, just like had been suggested to her. She didn't want to barge in and interrupt Valery Noble's evening, so waiting for everything to wind down seemed like the most appropriate thing to do.
The Ashspawn had drawn her hood back up to hide her flame. She'd reveal it in time, but she didn't want to spook anyone leaving this party. Surely a stranger with a fire on her head was weird, even as Reina had assured that she didn't look that scary. If she could reach some sort of understanding with this rebel group's leadership, maybe she could be introduced to others in a manner that didn't have her needing to frantically explain what she was. Not that she even knew what she was, but that was besides the point. Phobos knew she could heal people. That was something that these freedom fighters could use.
And it was the least she could do as someone who didn't fight. So she waited for Valery Noble to be available to speak.