Blackfeather Woods You just might see a ghost tonight

Congratulations were given, and though the tone was unsettling, no comments regarding it were made. Kove knew nothing of the affections the younger male had for his brother, nor, perhaps, would he ever. What he did know was that he was content in life, and though it might sound selfish, he didn't care much for the lives of others at the moment. His own was being pieced back together, set straight again on the track that he'd been meant to take, and overseeing that was his top priority. Not to mention that, even if he were to question Cicero about personal feelings, there was little confidence in him answering them. So, no attempts were made, no prying was done. The topic was left alone thereafter, having been drawn to a close as the ghost nodded, silently giving his thanks for the words previously offered.

The change in conversation was not fought against, but accepted, and he found himself nodding once more. "I don't know much about plants," he'd admitted. "But I wouldn't mind helping out and possibly learning something in the process." Never had he been interested in the work of herbalists so strongly that he'd been driven to learn from them, but as he aged, he found himself looking to experience new things. If Cicero wouldn't mind his being there despite the lack of real use he would be, then Kove would gladly assist to the best of his abilities.