Hushed Willows ho-ho lunges for the pie.

When she continued to take this in stride and said she would take word of anything he wanted her to, he suddenly wondered--what else did he want them to hear? He couldn't say he had planned for that opportunity to come out of nowhere like this, either and now it had him wallowing in some strange sense of dread. Mostly, he liked to fool himself into thinking that he had internalized this all away to where it couldn't make him wonder about things like that--but how wrong that was. Oh.. well, thank you? Tell them I missed them.. That was the simplest bit of it, almost. Probably not all it could be, but he was never so skillful at expressing himself like that.

Anyway, as he listened carefully to these details of a roadmap. Maybe once before, he had passed by there. He couldn't recall all the places he had been when searching for Qilaq, or wandering lost somewhere in between that. I'll try to remember that, the hunter said, attempting to mentally repeat it. Just in case. Elysium was his home, but Ostrega was his blood and they were no stranger to the urges of wanderlust. Maybe a piece of him liked the off chance that somewhere else in this world, there may be a place welcoming enough towards him too.

As he heard more, he still frowned.. unsure for a hesitant second. It's... I don't want them to have to be sorry. I guess I understand it all.. maybe not at the time, I do better now, Silas shook his head softly, although he could appreciate the explanation and its justification. There was no arguing with that. It was just how it happened to go, I think. Maybe we all chose wrong. Tell her also.. that I'm sorry, too. he nodded. He didn't know what else she might want to know! There was so much, not that he had enjoyed most of it, but maybe he had a future she could be proud of yet to come.