Moonspear There is so much wrong going on outside

When it didn't look like his frustration helped at all, and Dirge's added question really made him wonder suddenly, he couldn't find any morose in excess for Maia then--so peered wide-eyed at her instead. He felt a little blindsided by her hurt being so pronounced right here before him, at their doorstep no less--how had she known his father enough to feel that way? Jarilo was a bit confused, and wanting to write it off as Charon being a wolf of mighty reach who in all of his time in these wilds surely influenced several.. but, he was in a poorly enough mood and easy to be bothered, apparently.

His expression darkened and his head lowered when she turned to flee without an answer, or anything else to be said after her sobs started. He made no attempt to rectify that, and still didn't feel inclined as she went away from them. He didn't know what to say, what to do, even! He scarcely knew who this girl was, let alone what was going to make this better for her short of them conjuring forth Charon from past the living, which was not happening; he wouldn't wish that on anyone after the fall and fight he had taken, but, he watched Maia go with a tired sigh. He had just absolutely ruined her day with that news, but he had been having a terrible week already. He didn't have it in him to care.

That went even worse than I expected.. he muttered, and slowly drifted closer to what caught his eye now that she was gone. He approached to sniff, and found it was a shell..? As he breathed deep, he just had more questions, and none were too kind to his morale. Weird. She left.. this? He scrunched his nose, more perplexed as to why above all, and still stung about all of his hurts that Dirge got to see front and center.