Firestone Hot Springs lazing in the foggy dew, sitting on a unicorn

okeanos gives him a sympathetic look, ready to retreat if cam pushes him away. he's not a therapist and he isn't trying to be, really, only he's a little concerned, is all. ah, though, he can work with this: "it is quiet, a bit, huh," he agrees. elysium had always been a flurry of activity, wolves coming and going as they needed, and oh, the parties. 

"i'm not sure if i miss that or not," he offers. "i mean... i'm happy i'm here, but it does feel a little lonely, sometimes." or worrying, given what they're trying to do, but he doesn't think cam needs that on his plate. he hopes mal's vision can be realized, but if it can't, he and ibis will find somewhere for themselves, he's sure of that at least. and hopefully -- hopefully with mal, too, but okeanos knows better than to take that sort of thing for granted.