Unbound

After Thalgrym’s declaration, Pit and everyone else were confined to their ships, forced to wait out the night in the ancient berths near the eyrie. As the moons crested above the foggy horizon, Pit sat on the deck, staring around at the floating islands and picking apart what he had said to the council.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper," he muttered, trailing a crystal claw across the deck. It skipped across the surface, unable to scratch through the high-quality material. “Maybe I could’ve said something…better.”

"Cut that out,” Evie said, dropping from the ropes above.

“Oh, hey. Thought you’d fallen asleep up there.”

Evie stretched, her armor moving smoothly with her motions. “I did for a good glass. Then I woke up to your belly achin’.”

Pit stared at the deck again. “Oh. I'm just... I'm worried that we screwed this up."

Evie snorted a laugh. "Screwed it up? That Thalgrym guy wasn't willing to listen to us in the first place. They're keepin’ their Unbound safe from us and from everyone else. They're not going to let us see her. Not unless we give them somethin’ good. And, honestly, you gave them everythin’ you could. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"I guess. Maybe I should’ve talked about all the good things we've done. All the bad monsters we've killed, and the places we, you know, made better."

"Look, Pit, I don't know what their deal is here, but they’re awful skittish with outsiders. Plus, we drove nine boats into their house. Makes sense that they're gonna be defensive."