Hushed Willows come to me, my sweetest friend.

His explorations were usually brief and not wide-ranging into the depths of the new home, but often he found himself tired anyway. A consolation was that he was eating just a little better than before, and he had some semblance of a routine returning to his days, but Silas just didn't have the energy to do very much else yet. Especially on most days, so, he was usually in the vicinity of the Crook somehow.

He wanted to be more. His family deserved it.

With sleepy eyes, he blinked and uncurled his long legs at the sounds of his mother's voice. A moment after he was pulling himself up, out, and towards her summons with a soft chuff of love and adoration. He moved to lick her chin meanwhile, curiosity began to slowly overcome his bleary expression.