Silver Creek And moth-like stars were flickering out

It was obvious she didn't agree with his assessment of the move here, but he understood that all good leaders would be that way. They would worry over the decisions they had made, wonder if the outcome could have been better. Surely, it could have been worse...but if they were a better fighter, thinker, plotter, wolf in general, what might have happened? He understood it, and respected it, though he was truly no person to give an opinion on what would have been the right choice. He could only see the present, and the present was pleasing enough to him.

There was a sadness in Saena, perhaps even despair, that he didn't think had anything to do with the girls being gone. He wasn't aware of her enough to connect the dots, he'd only just met her. He wasn't watching as she grimaced, and merely took her reply as lackluster for some other reason. He nodded, agreeing with her that Spring was great. He wished he knew Saena better. He wanted to say she'd learned from the best...but hell if he knew if that was Saena.

"It's no trouble, truly. Anything at all." He wondered why she suddenly wanted to leave, wondered if he'd talked too much or said something wrong. He only nodded, concern in his eyes. "Of course, it was nice meeting you as well. Have a safe swim home, Saena." He smirked at his own joke, watching as she disappeared back into the veil of rain. He wondered if he'd somehow messed up his first impression with Saena but couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what he could have said to upset her.