Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

In spite of his concerns as they toiled on the back burner of his mind, joy did enter his being. It was an infectious sort coming from her and as he withdrew to better look at her, his own tail waved easy with it. She did not seem entirely different to him, but there was something there that he had perhaps disregarded before. It had not been the sort of thing one picked up on by mere observant alone and whatever that particular feeling, or aura about her there was seemingly suited her.

"You were waiting here so you could tell me, weren't you," he decided.

At least above all other things, that made the most sense to him why she had been keen to hang around waiting to see when he'd make his way back. His routine was probably clockwork; go around until he was worn and then retire for a bit. Rinse and repeat as necessary. Even in spite how well he healed and continued to do so, Mordecai did not possess the stamina to go endlessly as he would have liked. The revelation flip-flopped his emotions effortlessly, and his concerns went along the wayside in his confidence.

"I suppose this means we have a bit to plan," he went on to say, rounding back to her.