[All these compliments...! Apollo can be a bit of a sucker for praise, and that gentle breeze is as reassuring as everything else here. He even squeezes Trucy's hands back carefully, and the vines begin to recede more fully.]
I guess I'll trust you to help me out. Thanks, Trucy.
[He tries a little smile? It's really just a twitch at the corners of his mouth, but it's something.]
no subject
I guess I'll trust you to help me out. Thanks, Trucy.
[He tries a little smile? It's really just a twitch at the corners of his mouth, but it's something.]
So I guess they'll be expecting the worst, then?