King Elk Forest of a boy ruled by the sun, burned by the things he could never touch

his answer is pretty much what delight expects, though he can't help the way he looks at him slightly doubtfully. there are plenty of moment where the nénar is grateful for morwinyon's seemingly oblivious nature - lord knows he's shown his hand plenty of times (enough that he wonders if bri could have known, if that was part of her departure as well) and yet mato has never seemed to pick up on anything untoward. but this is the other side of that, delight supposes, whether reticence or compartmentalization or just plain disconnect. 

delight's train of thought here is abruptly stalled by the prince's smile. he elaborates, the androgyne nods, his heart still stuttering in his chest. "maybe," he agrees, "but you can still feel it." the weight of her disappearance, of ... losing love. maybe mato really is over it - he doesn't think it is a cruel sentiment but he does worry about mato shutting off. "at least in the realm of us mere mortals," the androgyne adds a beat later, voice playful (unusual sounding coming from him but - hey, he's capable of upbeat humor too).