Hushed Willows I hate job hunting.

It was probably a culmination of many things. Losing so many so recently had left him feeling a little bereft and still he couldn't put himself together. Having Pepper there had been good for him, in many ways, and he felt comforted by her presence in ways that he wasn't sure how to describe. He stepped back, looking her over for any injuries or problems she might have incurred on her time out in the wilds.  "So sweet to try and shoulder some of that burden.." He murmured, licking his lips almost absentmindedly, chasing the sensation of the herbs he'd taken - but it had been a couple days, he was doing a little better. 

"No signs of Happy?" He asked with a frown, since she was alone it gave enough indication that she had no luck in her search.