King Elk Forest -- even if you were upside-down, i would be beside you

There is a swell beneath the druid’s breast as Aerlinn states that she is glad he is home, placing emphasis upon herself. He cannot precisely identify the particular emotion ( or mixture thereof ) so he does not dwell very long upon it. Mato’s umbra dipped ears cup forth, attentive, as she informs him that Tindómë grows by the day. It is pleasing news but brings with it the concerns of it’s own. Concerns that he will assess and see pacified during a later time. For the moment, Morwinyon’s time belongs to Seabreeze and the empyrean does not deign to end their reunion any time soon. “Oh?” The druid inquires, settling back against his haunches as she informs him that she has a brother. A brother that has taken residence in the Vale. That is nice, he thinks, seconds before she finishes with that the meeting did not go well. A deep inhale is drawn as he contemplates this particular piece of information, attempting to decide where he wishes to pry or not. She is not outwardly forthcoming and this makes him wonder if she will tell him if he asks. But should he ask? Is it any of his business? He thinks of his relationship with Nova, and then Ivy and Benjamin — the latter two he is not terribly close with at all — and cannot help but wonder if they would have a similar dismissal of him.

Perhaps it his his selective superiority complex but their feelings are not anything the druid has ever considered. In this, he is extremely selfish ( for in truth he had not considered anyone’s feelings when he’d left the Fen ). “You do not have to tell me if you do not wish to,” The starlit king assures her, though he leaves his assuring words subtly open as invitation should she desire to get the lingering vestiges of her unwelcome encounter off of her chest.