King Elk Forest Meeting the king

i lost this post TWO TIMES so apologies for its declining quality

his indignant anger abates, ears perked forward as he listens to burke's reply. it is not, he thinks, his job to decide what details are insignificant - arthendal is as much a part of tindómë's history as the king elk - but of course in a way he already is, and though he preens himself as an objective observer delight is a selfish subjective gaze, same as any other. still: "maybe i should go by," he murmurs.

silver-moon eyes find the elder again, expression falling back into its regular neutrality. "thanks," he says sincerely, dipping his head in a nod. he does not want to keep the man much longer but just a few more details - "sebastian is mato's father, then?" the androgyne asks, turning over the outline in his head once more and mato had said broken antler fen as well, and so it was important. mato hadn't mentioned the sickness so the chronicler surmises he left with rannoch before the event horizon (and thank god he did). "um, you've given me a lot, that's very helpful." the núro adds after a moment, a touch hesitantly, unsure quite how to express the right sort of gratitude but hoping that will suffice.