King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

mona's words earn a full body blush, hidden under deep-tinted fur. how is he to take that? delight's prone to a certain air of ... not arrogance, but self possession. underneath that, though, he is fully and utterly convinced of his own incompetancies. he is not a good person. he is selfish and un-empathetic and prone to fits to ennui and insecurity. how is his heart great?

"he's..." the androgyne doesn't even know how to answer that question. mato lingers like a ghost. "i don't know. we haven't spoken much recently -- he's in mourning of a sorts." it's a kind way to describe it, but delight doesn't have it in him to give up on the prince just yet, not so long as he's physically present. they had a whisper of a moment and he'll hold onto it as long as he can, he thinks.