Sun Mote Copse Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Penn stared at her, uncertain of how she would take his sentiment. She clearly didn't see the meaning behind it that he'd felt, which he decided quickly he was grateful for. He didn't even know what that was about. He didn't love her or anything. He just... He didn't know. He felt out of control, and tired, and just... like he was feeling too much.

"Whatever," he growled, though he did so softly, somewhat mollified by the fact that she thought he was cooler than Bronco, "At least behemoth is three syllables..." He looked away from her for a moment, but quickly slid his gaze back. His parents' bodies had tried to come back into his mind, so he grasped at Fennec's face instead. "Did you want to go somewhere or not?" he asked.