Neverwinter Forest i'm beyond the archetype

Kjalarr was trying to be strong, he got that. And he knew breaking down in front of a stranger wasn't what either of them would have done. Shrike had come close to breaking down in front of Allure, but he'd managed instead to simply be quiet and keep his grief mostly to himself. Now, with Scimitar dead, he had to be strong for both Allure and Cypress. Both had lost their father, and Kjalarr before him had as well, even if he was a father by adoption. A bond was formed- and it was not to be discredited. Kjalarr thanked him and he simply nodded, knowing he didn't have to say 'you're welcome.' He felt bad having to deliver the news, rather than it being Allure- someone he knew, and someone whose pain he could truly relate to. Shrike felt the pain of a loss, but it was mostly an empathetic reaction; he felt Allure's pain, and Cypress', and now Kjalarr's, as well. 

Kjalarr spoke of his connection with Scimitar, and Shrike smiled very faintly. It sounded as though Scimitar had saved Kjalarr's life when he'd been younger- no wonder he felt so connected to the man, then. He would've still been young enough to need a father figure, and Scimitar had stepped into that role. He felt bad, knowing he'd only really even seen the man once- and they hadn't even spoken directly to one another. He'd given an impression, though- that of a man who was poised and responsible, lion-like in regality. "He would be happy to know that you're here, with family, when they need you." He said. Of course, he didn't know Scimitar well enough, but it was a safe assumption nonetheless. "Cypress took it really hard. Allure's back in the den...I think she just wants space right now.," He said, though he knew that he was exempt from that- he was her shoulder to lean on, at the moment.