Northstar Vale Getting better

sebastian's description of blackfeather makes him squint. "burke told me about blackfeather," he says, a slight frown to his voice, "or -- sort of. he said they're very secretive." none of this helps him understand what happened or why, but it seems sebastian doesn't really know, himself. he's burningly curious -- a war seems like a big deal, seems like something a historian ought to know about, even if he wasn't technically involved in it. 

seeing sebastian's face, though, he lets it go. "i'm sorry to hear that," delight says quietly instead, "thanks for telling me what you know." he still has mixed feelings about the rochester male, about -- this conversation in general. but he's given the morwinyon plenty of things to think about. 

"take care, sebastian," delight says, out of things to ask about -- and ready to withdraw. he gives him a nod and moves to head off, to mull things over by himself for a little bit.