Hushed Willows it's in the lap of the gods

are they already at the cave system exit btw? :00

she's gracious enough to dismiss his apology; delight doesn't push it, not trying to drag out his one-boi pity party. "i'm getting there," he agrees, coming to take a seat beside her. if he knew her better he'd push her a little more -- fine! what an understatement, really -- but he doesn't know if that'd be going over a line. instead he watches her for a few moments and smiles, saying softly, "i'm glad to hear that." 

he's never been one to stargaze, though mato had given him a certain appreciation of the sky, and he knows olive cares for it, too. her words ring true anyway. "it really is," delight echoes, tracing aimless patterns with his eyes. there, a wolf-shaped smattering of stars. who would he name a constellation after? alarian? no, nor queenie. seabreeze, he thinks absently, and dismisses it. 

looking away from the stars, he gets up, stretching his legs -- not to leave, just restless. "lily," he says suddenly, "i'm glad you're still here."