Blackfeather Woods i am a hoarder of worlds

Belief in his words hadn't been expected, not really. Never, it seemed, had the two been able to get along without any issues arising between them, and so a distrust in the truth to his words was only fair; it wasn't to say that he hadn't hoped to be believed, no, but rather that he understood for why he hadn't been. Still, his eyes had snapped in the direction of Cicero when the older male was addressed, uncertain of what he would say, but feeling his stomach churn in response to his thoughts on what the outcome would be.

As an explanation was given, he'd looked away from the both of them. A previously taken breath had become trapped within his throat whilst his body attempted to curl in on itself, preparing for a physical lashing.