King Elk Forest winding way

it is not that he is able to put aside his worries - but his expression is so prone to the saturnine that any additional anxiety he's experiencing is hard to miss. the androgyne's half smile falls away, though his expression remains warm enough (by his standards), making a small amused sound at her words. "it is," he agrees, and bites back a frown. "it's going okay, y'know." part of him is still hopeful she'll decide to stick around - they need a scout, they need numbers, delight needs someone around who isn't a constant reminder of mato (of course he'll deny that bit flatly). 

but he wouldn't hold it against her either way. everyone's got their own journey and all of that. at least she actually showed up. "actually, the king elk has a cow - we think," he says, with all the seriousness of delivering a bit of particularly juicy gossip. "he chased off the rest of the herd so there's a bunch to hunt, i have no idea if the cow's going to give birth to his children though. child? whatever." 

the dusk-tinted vailë takes a step back into the forest, tilting his head slightly as he waits for jomyo to follow - if she wants to see everything for herself - and asks, "how's things not-here?"