Hushed Willows Nothing can die while we are here

The fretting boy was hardly interested by the pompous posturing of Orlaith, responding to her- surely hollow- threats with an unimpressed glance before throwing his attention back to his partner. His brow furrowed slightly at her words but he nodded nonetheless. Though Dante was glad to hear she was okay- the dismissal of the extent of her exhaustion wasn't doing much to ease his fears. He made firm eye contact with her for a moment, cocking his brow slightly, but he couldn't prevent the beginnings of a fond smile from alighting on his features. He turned so he was facing the fire faerie again, his body lined up with Lumiya's and close against her side, should she be willing to lean against him and relieve her surely sore legs of some work. 

He listened intently to the exchange between the two women, a his eyes widening and jaw tightening at the mention of intruders. The court had never been anything but peaceful as far as the young man knew, thus the injustice inflicted upon them was even more infuriating. He huffed a sigh and shook his head; Innisfree had had rivalries in the past, but Dante had been young enough then that he hadn't known the inner workings of it all. Even now he wasn't truly informed of all that had occurred- he couldn't imagine the stress it had put on the silver wisp beside him. The thought ignited worry in Dante further as he shifted his gaze to Lumiya.