Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

she does not understand, at first. but then she considers it, him—he'd been so young when grayday had died, when the flames had come. he'd experienced so little of their family as it was meant to be; full and happy. it hurt, truly, but she understood. 

and so the huntress nodded, accepting his choice. something about following his heart, which she supposes isn't with his family, as hers is. to anything occurring between him and Evergreen at the moment, however, she is oblivious. "we're staying at Easthollow, with Valette and her family." she offers, wondering if he'll make good on the promise. 

and then the matter of Sunny. "he was wounded, feverish. and something's happened to his mind. he can't remember—not me, morningside, or even his own children." she does not like admitting this aloud, it makes it real, exposes her brother's, and therefore her own, vulnerability. 

she sighs, stepping near the to boy, hoping to press her muzzle to his shoulder a moment, should he allow it. "I need to go back to him, now. but visit, please. I want to get to know who you've become." she admits, glancing once to him then.