Cedar Sweep activity's killing the actor

she does not bite at his first offer; a flicker of disappointment passes through his silvered gaze but does not linger. it's alright, he gets it, he guesses. he doubts she'll find anything better anyway, so. "sure," the singing-sunlight answers nonchalantly, not at all a little bit disappointed, nope, "totally."

but, oh -- "yeah, see you," he calls, a touch placated, his tail giving a gentle wag. she seems nice enough and he hopes she does come by, but, well - he can't control if she decides to revisit or not, and that's okay, he guesses. after a moment he turns and heads his own way, back toward his beloved forest.