Sunbeam Lair Make me think I am bitter, to consider it this far

Gray was given as much time as he’d needed to think, for she knew it to be an important decision. To stay within the tribe or to go off on his own—it was the question he’d needed to ask himself, as well as provide an answer for. It could change everything, his choice, and so she refused to rush him. Asterr was patient, quiet, but attentive towards his features. She was curious to learn of the verdict he’d deliver, unable to help but hope that he’d stay. Though the whole reason he’d been made to remain there was because he’d disrespected both the tribe and their land, she was undoubtedly disappointed by the idea of him leaving them. Since having crossed into the cavern, he’d pulled his weight and honoured his word; the latter was a trait that she was particularly fond of, and the male the sort of being that she wanted for her children to observe as they grew.

Yet, it seemed as if Gray wouldn’t be the one to show them what it meant to be honourable.

The chieftess’ offer was declined, a decision that she would respect. She nodded, understanding his choice. “I hope that you might find a place that better suits you,” she told him. “I wish you luck in your travels.” Asterr would stand there, then, watching as he took his leave. After a moment, she’d follow after his form and escort him out of the lair, then bid him farewell for what she assumed would be the final time.