From Kaerls to Huscarls.

[aleifr]

Aleifr's fingers flexed a little as the shuttle began to rumble with the thrum of it's engines, digging into his harness as he felt the thing lift off the ground. He still wasn't used to this. Even after months of serving the Rout and seeing the wonders that they had at their disposal, riding in the belly of one of their flying ships still made him vaguely uneasy - at least until they'd hit the point where they were flying smoothly.

Once they were, he unbuckled the harness strapping him into his seat and made his way to the viewport at the back of the ship. Thick, white clouds filled up most of the view, but he could see little scraps of Fenris through the gaps. Mountains, ice, braces of pine trees and the endless expanse of Asaheim. As they climbed, the details grew harder to make out and his perpetual scowl deepened.

He was grateful to Jarl Ironwolf for the honor he'd given him - him and Aila both. He'd be a fucking idiot not to considering he's to be serving one of the Allfather's agents directly ... but it was strange to think that he might not see this place again. Their world. Their home. He didn't like that thought.

But his jarl had given him a task, and he'd see it through.

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[aleifr]

It's caught him off guard as well if his expression is anything to go by. Perhaps they've simply worked together closely enough for a long enough time that the Inquisitor doesn't mind that sort of familiarity, perhaps offworld thanes are just more permissive of it, but it's still more than a little strange to his ear.

"Does the Inquisitor often go by her given name?"

Nothing accusing in his voice. A genuine question, and an opportunity for him to correct himself if he's inadvertantly lapsed.

[steady_hand]

"Mm?" McCoy looks at Aleifr with a puzzled frown, then his eyes go glassy for a moment as he presumably reviews the last few things he said. "Ah."

"If that's a roundabout way of asking what I am to her, the answer is 'an old friend.'" He sighs, and seems somehow to slump despite his posture not changing. "Inquisitors in general are very lonely people. The only luxury they can't afford is trust." McCoy shakes his head. "No, she doesn't often go by her given name."

[aleifr]

"I see."

Again, it makes sense. Whatever duties an Inquisitor has officially can't be an easy thing to bear. Such responsibilities require sacrifice. Just as the warriors who join the Rout must give up the lives they used to live, Inquisitors likely have to set all else aside.

As to the question of trust ... The Astartes of the Rout don't often speak of them, but beyond Jarl Ironwolf, he's not heard one speak of an Inquisitor kindly. They didn't sound as close-knit as the Rout, so perhaps conflict amongst their ranks wasn't an uncommon thing.

He glances to Aila. Her ability to ingratiate herself to anyone had extended to the Astartes of the Rout, and she'd gotten to know them better than he did as a result of it. He was curious to see if her thoughts had gone to the same place.

[steady_hand]

Aila is studying McCoy intently as various comments and observations over the months she's been properly part of the Imperium slot into place. "'The threat within,'" she quotes Ordo Hereticus's epithet back at him, a grim spin on the words. He laughs, if that mirthless a sound can be called laughter.

"'Who watches the watchers?'" That has the sound of a quotation. "Power corrupts. And the Inquisition has a hell of a lot of it." McCoy huffs and fights a short internal battle if the flicker of his expression is any indication, and when he continues, it's in juvyk.

"Why do you think she went to Fenris for you two? No disrespect to the Space Wolves and the kaerls, but the Inquisition is bursting at the seams with lethal bastards who already speak Gothic. The thing Fenris breeds that she can't get anywhere else is loyalty."

[aleifr]

"You've given no disrespect."

Aleifr's reply was, likewise, in juvyk. He had said that he believed there were offworld warriors that were worth a damn in a fight, even if he believed that he and Aila would prove more than an equal.

"The Inquisitor sought people who would serve her faithfully, and we're what wyrd has delivered to her."

That they were selected specifically, regardless of whatever political factors shaped the decision, was an honor to the two of them. Faith put into their ability, and their character.