Silvertip Mountain the halo was a smoke ring

No need to apologize! I'm and perfectly fine with ending our thread too. I know you're busy-busy. <333

His eyes couldn't help but follow when Lecter had moved to tend his leg. The wound looked fierce, no doubt confirmed by the painful utterance, but Mordecai hoped it was healing. The fact that it wasn't fresh seemed promising, though anything outside of meat rotting off of bone seemed promising to him. He knew little of healing. A smile came to his face however when Lecter spoke again, and he nodded in comprehension.

“I do intend to stay, and earn my keep here. Jinx and those here did not have to take me in, but they did and I feel a certain obligation to stay.” His father had taught him that much, as he had persisted in going his way in the world. “Plus I like it here. I've never lived on a mountain before, and I can't beat the vantage point it offers.” He sensed a close to their conversation then, and wouldn't hold Lecter up. It might have been a bit slow going for their second-in-command, but Mordecai did not ponder the idea that he was anything but busy.