Northstar Vale and the walls kept tumbling down

delight can't read the mixed expressions on his friend's face -- he doesn't dwell on them, figuring, well, he got the shit kicked outta him and he's stranded away from home, it's fine. besides, the morwinyon has his own mixed bag to deal with: his conversation with queenie is fresh in his mind, the unavoidable fact that tindómë is barely a pack, that he's failed (as he always suspected he would in all honesty) at a time when there's kids on the way, a.k.a. the absolute worst time to fail.

he definitely thinks get out while you still can. his expression doesn't change. "of course," the androgyne says instead, shrugging a little uncomfortably. "you don't need to, that's fine -- not sure there'll be a pack to return to much longer anyway." 

delight could just ask outright like a normal fucking person, but let's be real. "i think queenie and i should walk you back," he says carefully, his eyes turning expectantly to alarian's face. it's a loaded offer -- delight and queenie's absence, even if temporary (ha) would essentially dissolve the pack -- but an honest one. whoever beat up alarian is still out there, an unknown threat, and he even in this fatigued state does not want to find out that his friend got straight up murdered on his way back home. the other half of the question (and then stay there?) he lets hang unsaid for now, waiting for a reaction.