“You need not worry. Tindómë is a fresh start and you are apart of it’s creation, just as much as I.” It is hers just as much as it is his. It is theirs. Her decision to join him on this journey — reckless as it perhaps is (perhaps the most reckless thing Mato has done in his life!) — was significant. He did not, perhaps, expect much of anything when he first met her upon the borders, so far from the sea that had spit her up as if she was borne of sea foam as the goddess Aphrodite and yet …yet Seabreeze had come to mean a great deal to him in such a short period of time. The empyrean does not understand all of it, has yet to explore just how deep they go but there is plenty of time for that, he thinks. He does not speak as she thanks him, unsure if he deserves to accept her gratitude but instead seeks to press his muzzle against her cheek. A soft, brief, albeit affectionate gesture. He is not sure what has encouraged him to be so bold and if she allows his touch he ensures it does not linger for the consideration of what Mato thinks is politeness, trying to process the burn of heat beneath his fur and the slight hitch of breath in his throat.