Northstar Vale and the walls kept tumbling down

as if summoned by his healing friend's thoughts, delight materializes. the air in the vale has gone stiff and tense, lately, as if something is balanced precariously above them, on the verge of teetering off the edge. he knows queenie feels it too, but he doesn't know how to make himself care enough to act. 

at his core, he's kind of a coward.

that alarian has energy enough to be up and sulking is a good sign, he thinks, eyeing his expression. he wonders if he should be embarrassed that the other leader is seeing his pack in this state -- not that it was ever bustling -- but something heavy and passive has taken ahold of him. "hey," delight says, unbothered, and gives him a quick once over. "you look better," he says, thinking, maybe it's time for him to go. and maybe... maybe that means he needs, y'know, someone to walk him back.