[ Amos' expression brightens slightly, a soft sort of happiness crossing his features at Douman's acceptance. Well, of course he'd accept it, right? They're both Zenites. They're both here for Yima. That's how this all works — and Douman's already got it figured out. ]

Yup, that's what I figure. [ He turns his head to follow Douman's hand on his person before looking right back up at him, small twitch of his lips upwards for a moment. Yeah, this is basically friendship right here. ] Don't think you've got anything to worry about, though. You got your head on straight, right? You know exactly what you're doing here? Then there's no weakness. We keep our sand, get more of it if we can, spend it on resources for our people when it's time. Easy.

[ Is it actually that easy? Nothing about Amos' demeanour indicates he believes otherwise, so solid is his faith in himself; in Zenith; in Douman here and now, too, because it's clear that he gets it.

A beat as he tilts his head somewhat thoughtfully, wry smile crossing his features. ]

'course, other side's probably thinking that, too. Or at least the smart ones should be, but who knows how many of them there are.

[ if they were so smart why would they go meridian amirite ]