Heron Lake Plateau All in all, it was a good day.

Having been sauntering around the valley more or less aimlessly, Bruges made his way back to the Plateau, passing along the borders near the Thicket and called out for his sister. He’d more or less forgotten the bet he’d made with Ambrose, but was willing to let him have more time to scramble and make something of himself. He didn’t care what his brother had managed, really- as long as he’d made himself a home, had integrated himself and was living comfortably. 

He waited for his sister to show up and was surprised when she did so but didn’t launch herself at him, as was her usual method of greeting him. ”If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you haven’t slept in a week.” He said, with a wry grin. He then tilted his head and gestured. ”Y’look tired. That old man you call a boyfriend actually giving you a bit of exercise?” He jested.