Quiet, reverent devotion imbues David's movements as he returns one of the four Sons of Horus to the center, setting it down on a table to take Edwin's hand. It's no problem, David responds and assures, in time you won't even need to fit it in your hand.
Edwin's question and invitation, however, makes David pause. Hunting, feeding, is something David prefers to do alone. An unconscious knowledge of his own patterns or a conscious knowledge of how the whole act makes the Mekhet feel, tugs at his thoughts.
I'll have to take a raincheck on that, the Shadow answers, as he seals the jars for transport. But, I can walk with you for a little bit. If that is okay with you?
Sounds good, thanks for the scene, Fornio!