Northstar Vale i don’t understand us, you should find your way home

melkor watches, with a mixture of sympathy and apprehension filling the barrel of his chest as he watches cupid's reactions. the other courtfallian does not appear to hear anything melkor says following his reaffirmation that he doesn't joke about such things. if cupid does, she doesn't answer. melkor calms his inner annoyance at the question being bypassed by telling himself that cupid's in shock. thus, when the other flees melkor does not call out nor attempt to stop. cupid, melkor assumes, will need time to process this information and being interrogated endlessly by the tundrian surely wouldn't help anything.

he lets out a soft sigh and goes to find andraste to inform her of what has transpired and that cubs might come out of the tryst cupid's had. not out of desire to see her punished but simply because if courtfall had young mouths to feed in the coming months it was best that their fey queen be prepared or at least in the know.