Silverlight Terrace if you were on fire, i'd roast marshmallows

Rian was silent, even when Cypress surprised him by properly articulating what reservations he had about the idea. He sat, quietly ruminating until the floor was passed to him and the question stood bold and bright against the grayscale plains of his mind: where do you stand, Rian? He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, flipped his ears forward and looked, not at his brothers, but Rose directly. There was a moment that passed where he might have denied her, but Cypress' words rang in his ears, and Rannoch's agreement allowed him the peace to make his decision.

The ghost of a smile pulled at his lips and he nodded, "I agree." he said softly. "We all have a lot of learning to do, especially about one another, but I think we can make it if we work hard at it."