Seaside Moors And I did a lot wrong I can't make right

There was a moment of confusion that flickered across his face, hearing the woman decide to leave with the boy, should it come to that. Was she not a friend of Rosencrantz? Did she not join for him? Briefly did his ears begin to fold at the thought of her up and leaving, gaze drifting over to the boy once more. Ultimately, he reminded himself, time would tell how everything might play out. Willing away the potential for the future, he nodded when thanks were given and then watched the pair take their leave. Later, he decided, he would seek Tundra out—but, for now, he settled for a short patrol to clear his head.