Broken Boulder with everything falling down around me, i'd like to believe

oh. he nods, barely perceptibly, and puts a paw on the hare, listening to him talk. nothing that breaks the status quo -- which is a good thing, probably. and the dog. he hasn't met ulf yet, but something in the way alarian describes him makes delight's skin prickle uncomfortably, some feeling he can't quite identify. or doesn't want to right now.

"yeah," delight agrees vaguely, suspecting alarian's not really looking for his permission anyway. it's not like the chancellor cares if they have a wolfdog in their midst or not, so long as he's a good dude. "if he wants to stay," he adds, expression thoughtful. 

there are other things he could bring up -- should, maybe -- but he doesn't think he can, biting his tongue. awkwardly he looks at his feet, at the hare instead, and mumbles "thank you, by the way," hoping it's enough.