King Elk Forest you're offering more than you owe

as if summoned by the stillness of delight's thoughts, gracious appears. he offers her a tired smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, torn between wanting to commit to honesty (and if we're being honest, an immature need to whine) and wanting to appear strong as morwinyon. the voice that leaves him is somewhere in the middle -- fragile at the edges but not about to break. "yeah, sorta. did you ever get to meet him?" a shame the old man hadn't been well enough to mingle with most of their current membership. a shame delight didn't think to get his blessing just in case. the androgyne sighs and pulls away from the rock, facing gracious fully. "it was definitely his time," he says, and shrugs, "i mean, i was expecting it before winter's end. but still. he was a good advisor." as he speaks he fidgets at the snow under his paws slightly, wondering if she'll think he's silly for what  he's really upset about, if he tells her.